Not alot happens in our small town, it's generally quite a sleepy little place. However, it is home to a wonderful historic railroad and canal - not particularly unique if you live in the UK (gosh I must say I am jealous of the fabulous history you Brits have right on your doorstep), but quite unique for this neck of the world and it's literally right at the end of our street!!!
Today is the annual Rail/Canal Fest, which is normally causes an inundation of people to the train station and surrounding canal and therefore we generally try to avoid it (I don't particularly enjoy crowds). However, as it is wet, miserable, cold and gray, we decided it might be safe to go down for a bit of a looky-loo and watch teams attempt to pull the great locomotive. So with umbrella in hand we rushed out of the door to see if it is actually possible to pull this large locomotive.
There were minimal crowds, however it was quite cold and wet, but I do love this train. I am not a train person, but I am always impressed by the shear size of this train. Sometimes, when our bank account permits, we ride this lovely train on a cold winter's evening just before Christmas up the mountain to enjoy hot chocolate and a visit with Father Christmas at the other end. It's a lovely ride, especially if it is snowing, however it does require a second mortgage if you don't plan to ride alone.
The teams do actually manage to pull the train, surprisingly faster than I thought - even the local high school cheerleaders were able to make it move a few inches.
Little J quite enjoyed it (secretly so did I - I love being able to get so close to the engine) even though it was cold, smokey and involved quite a bit of standing.
After watching a few teams we decided to have a little wander around. Now we frequently go down to the canal - there are some wondeful artsy craftsy shops, a fabulous toy shop and the wonderful old canal to enjoy.
We said hello to the mules - who are bought in for the occasion. They were very sweet although not very cooperative with my poor photography skills.
I love the old stone walls of the canal.
We were home by lunch time - it become colder as the day progressed and started to rain more heavily than my umbrella could manage.
We may slip back down this evening to participate in a 'ghost tour' and gobble down a yummy funnel cake (or two) :-)
Edited :: for those readers on the other side of the pond or down under and are unfamiliar with a "funnel cake" - it is a delicious, scrumptious treat found mostly at fairs and amusement parks. Basically I believe it is batter of some sort which is deep fried and coated with icing sugar (powdered sugar) - it is quite possibly the most delicious american delight! The brilliant wikipedia can tell you more about this wonderful treat.