I'll be starting off this month of flashbacks blogging about the train trip west that the kids and I took back in August of 2011 with Glenn's parents. I'm doing this partly for me and partly for my dear mother-in-love who was so excited that I was blogging about our trip before I quit after Day #3. I dedicate the first half of October to you - Debbie Maas - I love you! ;)
Click these links to read about Day #1, Day #2, and Day #3. Without further ado... Day #4!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
In which we say good-bye to Fine relatives, visit a museum, see a blown up tree, and wait for a train.
We got up, packed up our stuff, and had a continental breakfast at the hotel. Then we headed over to the FFA building for brunch. We had a chance to hang out with our Fine Reunion relatives for a while and heard more stories. Then many of the other people left and we helped Norma clean up before saying good bye to Grandma & Grandpa Reynolds and Aunt Billie.
|A quick picture with Grandma & Grandpa Reynolds and Aunt Billie before they headed back to Wyoming.|
|Abigail and Brody ringing the bells while waiting for the museum to open.|
|We got to help wind the old clock.|
|Vintage medical equipment (picture taken for daddy who was home tending to patients at a hospital with more updated medical equipment)|
|checking out the old jail cell (they're going to build a jail around it, I think.)|
|Need any gas?|
|Gramps explaining some tools|
|Our cute students in the one room school house.|
|Uh oh. Someone got in trouble.|
|Merry-go-rounds are fun places to get dirty before countless more hours on a train :)|
|Performing on a random park stage|
|Randomly blown up tree.|
We watched a movie on Steph's laptop, counted freight train cars that went by, regularly called Julie and confirmed that she does indeed lie - the train did not come at any of the times that she said it was going to, and finally let the kids all fall asleep on various chairs and the floor in the station. As August 7th ended we were sleeping or resting or pacing at the train station (I'm glad it was a bit more than a bench on the side of the tracks!) awaiting our very late train.