| The sun is
low on the horizon and reflects off the coaches when we start back to Oakdale.
I love trains. Give
me the opportunity to ride a train and I'll take it. I'm generally
disappointed when the trip is done. However, this trip moves too
slowly and lasts too long. Dinner is done and we have two hours of
traveling in darkness before we return home.
John is a good sport and
doesn't complain when we realize the train doesn't go any faster on the
return trip. |
