The entire family of train lovers trekked out for a special day. I went along too. (Trains are neat and all, and I like riding them as transportation, but I'm not running around screaming, "TRAIN GOES BOOBOOO!!") We drove out just to the other side of highway 85, to a crossroads where a whole lot more trucks traversed than I expected. There were more than a dozen other cars full of people besides us, several with giant, fancy cameras and tripods. We waited almost two hours in the morning sun (bad news for Annie) until finally the star of the show rolled by. The largest steam engine ever made was on the move for train enthusiasts to marvel over.
They call this one Big Boy, and I'm pretty sure that name will echo down in our family from here on out. The kids were so bored with the long wait, but once the train was in view, Valerie was sitting on the roof of their Jeep, bellowing at the top of her lungs, "HI, BIG BOYYYYYY!!" You can hear her on some of the videos our family took, but I know videos don't upload well on this app. Once the train went by, the kids drove up to Greeley, where there was a planned stop for crowds to get a good long look at it. We raced home, so the Mr could zoom into a class and I could go back to bed, feeling awful from the cold, Valerie's stomach bug that she shared, and hours in the sun. I slept until 4 this afternoon, and I'm still tender.
We did something different for game night. We went to 300 Suns brewery, hoping to see Monty the Longmonster, our hometown's new mascot. We arrived after he had already left, but we stayed and played Cascadia. It was nice to switch things up, but I probably should not have gotten the second agave peach cider. I'm not used to drinking on game nights, and doing it after a day of feeling puny was a dumb idea.
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