We had a little (like, really little) rail fair in Folsom on Saturday. Nate was working, so it was just me and the boys. All Noah wanted to do was ride the train. He didn't care about the fire trucks that were there. He ignored the tractor rides being offered. He did pause to look and listen to the brass band playing, but only for a few seconds. He was determined to get on that train.
My Grandpa Hall was a steam engine conductor, engineer, repairman, parts manufacturer...and the list goes on. My dad grew up around trains and knows just about everything there is to know about the old ones. I love this picture of him as a kid.
After a storm rolled in and the boys took their naps we met up with Nate and the rest of the family to celebrate my dad's 67th birthday. We had planned to go to Farrell's, but a two hour wait at four o'clock in the afternoon caused us to reroute to Leatherby's. As long as my dad could get a chocolate malt, he was happy.