We went to Shady Dell, a club outside of Mollala where guys have been driving scale trains around a mile of track since I was a little kid.
Mary and I had no idea how often trains passed our house until this summer, when Simone's interest in trains went ballistic. For a while she's yelled, "plane!" when she hears a plane fly by, "truck" when she heard the rumble of a garbage truck, "bus" when she sees or hears a big bus. But, this summer she's gotten to yelling "train!" when she hears the horn of a train. It's kind of cute, but the other night she was yelling it out from her bedroom when it was time to sleep. Not so cute.
Of course, while I was sitting with her the other night and she was insistently whispering "train" to me (b/c she knew it was time for sleep), it took all my resolve not to bust out laughing.
Anyway, that's all to say that Simone is nuts for trains (to grandpa's delight).
At Shady Dell you get to watch the trains roll by, and then you get to ride in them. Here are a few choice photos from the event. We were joined by Grandpa and Nana.
First, everyone in the station, getting ready to ride:
Everyone on the move:
What the engines look like (complete with cow on the cow guard):
And a shot for Grandpa, a detail of the wheels. They're about 8" tall, you'd never know from the photo:
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