A train ride and a root beer...talk about adventure!




Although our excursion was met with some trepidation at first, once we boarded the Boulder City train for our rousing ride (it took 45 min. to go 7 miles) our boy was all brave.
"See mom this isn't scary"!
Ha! I smiled and gritted my teeth. This from the boy who just minutes before was screaming outside the train station "I don't want to go on a train ride"!


No fear now...

It was windy and humid, but a cool 90 degrees, so we rode in the open car.
As you can see I got a bit wind blown...

but at least I wasn't sporting a comb over...

Crew loved the open air and slept under the bench.

Greg scouted out a new trail to bike (with his Dad)...

After the ride, we boarded a smaller car (built by a volunteer, just for kicks) for a ride down the opposite direction toward the dam. It was a short ride, but Crew decided to wake up and Cole was all smiles with Dad.


After the ride was over we made a stop in the souvenir shop...

And then headed to Greg's favorite part of the trip (and mine too) a frothy cold root beer in a chilled mug!

(Thanks Boyds and Trumans for the idea).