The Potty Train

Yesterday was the big day.

We rode the Potty Train as Leo's reward for being potty trained.

(It's actually called Roaring Camp Railroad but I guess all those weeks of telling Leo he could ride the train once he was potty trained got him a little confused. To him, it will always be "The Potty Train." Any how, it's an hour-long ride through the redwood forest.)

Here's the boys in the car, getting ready to head out.

The train station is about 45 minutes north of where we live.

On the train at last.

We were a little worried that it would be too cold once we got into the trees, but it was a nice, sunny day.

The train itself is a 100+ year old steam engine that was used to haul logs from the top of the mountain to the bottom. That cloud is the built up steam that it released once our ride was through.

Leo was very worried about his ticket and wanted to hold it himself.

(He's carried it around most of today too.)

That look of joy on Jay's face happened when he realized we would actually be taking a ride and not just sitting on a motionless train.

We were a little worried that one of the boys was going to fall over the edge. We could not convince them to keep their bodies in the car.

Jay spent a good portion of the trip saying, "Choo, Choo!" as loudly as he could.

Proof that I was there.

We stopped at the top of the mountain for a few minutes. There were several large logs left lying around. I'm not sure if they were remnants of the logging operation or just trees that happened to fall onto the tracks.

This is part of the old track that was burned in a forest fire.

And finally, a blurry picture of the boys with the engine.

And on top of all of that, we discovered an awesome farmer's market near our house. We stopped on the way home and loaded up on cheap fruit.