As a joint venture of Tubby's curious fascination with trains, and my
having a weekend free, I made the lard lad drive me to the outskirts of
Felton, California to check out the Roaring Camp Railroads (golly yes,
they even have a web site).
They have both a train through the redwood grove there that we took, and
a second one from here to Santa Cruz on the beach, which will be a future
trip, fortunes permitting.
Skipping the sign about the $6 fee for parking, I thought this was
a suitable sign to pose near.
The 12:30pm train rolled in and we boarded up, once the folks from
the 11am hobbled off.
Thundering along, we had redwood trees on both sides of us, which
is apparently the delight of the ride.
At the top of Bear Mountain, we paused to hear about trees; Tubby
just took pictures of the train.
The wooden train trestle caught fire a few decades ago and burned
for 12 hours. Not much left now.
We got back and saw them use a teeny engine to attach a caboose
(part of a kid's birthday party).