And our last side trip from our Road Trip with Babushka... The Catskill Mountain Railroad. You wouldn't think such a fabulous adventure would be so hard to track down, but it was. The railroad volunteers forgot to put a GPS friendly address on their brochure.
But once we arrived, the boys had a whistle of a good time (so did Mama).
The most important thing Alexander had to tell Grandpa Smith about our trip? "A tree fell on the track! And the train squished my coin!" Both true. Both didn't seem to have an affect on the kid at the time, but I guess he must have had a pretty exciting dream about it on the ride home...
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