Going to bed Friday night I realized there wasn’t a plan yet for what Zane and I were going to do on Saturday. Fired up the iPhone, went to the local paper’s calendar section, and like a beacon of destiny the very first entry said “Glory Days of the Railroad – all day in White River Junction.” Didn’t even need to look any further, no possible way they could top that even unless it was trains AND monkeys.
The next morning after a hearty breakfast we hopped in the car and headed for the show. The first stop was for dog food, which was a total bummer for Zane, who was already chanting “train? train? train?” over and over. Finally we arrived and it was everything a two year old could dream of and more: trains, music, trains, food, trains, rides, trains, and more trains. We spent the next four hours trying out a little of each and a lot of trains: in the form of real ones, models, rides, and related paraphernalia.
Zane must have assumed that we’d simply spend the rest of our life there (and why not?) since he was pretty unhappy when we left at one in the afternoon. But he’d pretty much reached a frenzied overload state by then, rushing from one thing to another without really doing anything anywhere.