Wednesday. Wednesday was a long day. That does not mean bad – just long.
We met up early with Kevin’s folks and headed down to Heber City. Once we got going on the freeway, Ricky announced that this was the way to Danny’s house. This led to many minutes of he and Billy singing, “This is the way to Danny’s House, Danny’s House, Danny’s House. This is the way to Danny’s House, la la la la.”
We had not told the boys where we were going so when we pulled into the train yard, excitement filled the Sequoia! (On the subject of Kevin’s parents’ car … When Ricky went shopping with them the day before, he climbed in and said, “this car smells like a stinky boot!” So the Sequoia became the Stinky Boot Car after that.) Billy was very excited to ride the train! He found Annie and Clarabell (the passenger cars from Thomas the Tank Engine) and happily went with Kevin to check out he engine.
We sat in an enclosed car and the boys enjoyed looking out the windows.
Rusty was not allowed near the open window. I was afraid he’d fling his Baby right out!
Tommy enjoyed it in his own way!
At the Soldier Hollow station, we had some unexpected visitors on the train … train robbers! They shot their guns and ran through the car yelling for people to put their hands up. Billy, with fear on his face, complied.
As the robbers were leaving the train, they stopped and handed Billy a gold coin saying, “we don’t steal money from little kids!” Billy shared his treasure with Ricky … it was only slightly melted chocolate.
The half-way point of our ride was Vivian Park in Provo Canyon. The boys were able to get out and play on the playground and splash a little in the river. Once the train got turned around, we were on our way again. The boys were entertained looking for rafters in the river …
It was a lot of fun and the boys have talked about it a lot since then (especially the robbers … and the gigantic cookie ice cream sandwiches from the concession car).
On our way home we drove through Wanship. Kevin’s Pendleton ancestors settled there. His great-something grandfather was a blacksmith and lived in this house …
The yard was filled with all sorts of old junk treasures. Maybe some of it even from his great-something grandpa.
Then we stopped at the Wanship Cemetery to see some ancestor’s headstones. It is really a cemetery on a hill, or at least on the side of a hill. The boys had fun walking on the cement walls that are around each family plot … put there to keep the plot from sliding right on down during the wet season.
The day ended with dinner at Applebees and lots of hugs and kisses good-bye to Grandpa Brent and Grandma Jeanne. The boys had so much fun with them and were sad to see them go.