or:The Attack of Solozilla.
Josh and I drove to Oregon to meet Aunt Amy and Uncle Courtney at thei r beloved Train Mountain near Klamath Falls.
Steve Martin made this event famous in his own way, and we had anticipated sharing the same adventurous glee ever since talking with Courtney about his hobby of building these trains with a couple of buddies of his.
We camped right in between two lines, and so were able to catch this early riser as he took a spin on his machine. Here's Josh with his morning maté hanging out in the sun while the single engine rider whizzes by...
Our first morning,
we fueled up - some trains run on gas, others steam, and there was a wonderful story of the guy who runs his engine with the pine cones that he collects as he chugs through the forest tracks.We asked SoLo if he would like to take a ride on the flat car in front of me, and as he was obliging, we took off. Josh and Amy in front, Courtney driving, and Solo and I hanging out near my favorite car: the caboose!
We toured over the
13+ acres, under bridges and through the woodsuntil we came to a rail block - seems like once again, a damsel in distress decided to lay herself on the tracks.
It was just as well, because we wanted to check out the miniature (functioning) water tower
Courtney and his friends had built. We had a moment while the damsel was coming to her senses to admire his handiwork.
We continued through miniature towns, tunnels made from large culverts, and later that night, we took a ride through the garden of lights. It was a unique and fun day, I will always remember the feel of the rhythm of the tracks - an up-tempo version of their larger cousins - rocking us gently as we rolled through the grounds of Train Mountain!
whooooooooooo-whoooooooooooooo!
