The future we glimpsed on the way to the Canyon is realized when the musical pair arrives in our coach for the longest set of ear-bursting folk music I've ever endured.  Lacking cocktails or earplugs, we seek shelter elsewhere.

Later, the train is robbed in yet another "Wild West" show.*  When the robbers arrive in our coach, they look at us and walk away without a word.  I was ready to break legs - even those of a faux criminal. 

Gratuities Permitted...indeed.

(*The Grand Canyon Railroad is so committed to its Wild West image that every promotional shot includes cowboys with guns.  This conflicts with history -  just seven years after the line was completed the Grand Canyon was designated a National Monument and lumber, not cattle, was the primarily industry in the area.)