Nearly first in line, we got the best seat on the train - up front on the top deck of the open air car. What we weren't expecting was a bit of smoke in the face as we chugged up the mountain side.
We also weren't expecting the engine to be pulling just one car...
You might be able to pick out the conductor at the back of the car punching the tickets. (Black hat, white shirt, and vest)
The train chugged along, blowing it's whistle when approaching crossroads and meandered it's way through the woods, surprising us now and then with glimpses of Mt. Shasta. When we got to the end of the line, the train engine halted, reversed directions and pushed our double decker car back down the mountain...
Time to head home... Dad is planning a BBQ to celebrate Ryan's return home.
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