Train to nowhere in particular
Tin has been obsessed with trains of late so I decided to take him on a short train trip and the easiest destination was Picayune, Mississippi, which happened to be holding their Fall festival and so we invited his friend to join us and off we went. Logistically there were problems from the get go – we would have to leave at 7am and would arrive in Picayune at 8:22 and the next train home was at 5:42, but we decided what the hey, let’s do it.
And so we did. We got up at the crack of dawn. We caught the train and traveled across Lake Ponchartrain, seeing trees changing colors, and getting our train fix in. We arrived in Picayune and took a stroll down the street as the vendors were all setting up their tents. We saw amazing things such as:
A wooden structure with ten holes to hold your 2-liter soda bottles
A leather pouch to strap to your belt to hold Skoal
Crocheted Jesus is Our Lord pot holders
A metal sign that says WE DONT CALL 911 with a shotgun hanging from it
Yes, it was colorful and Tin went on the EuroBungee jump ride and he even surprised the guys there at his fearlessness – he went back and rode it four times as a matter of fact – going higher and higher each time.
And then it started to rain, and it rained and rained and rained, and we sat in PJs for two hours trying to keep two young boys quiet and calm. Then we went out finally in the drizzle to see all of the vendors picking up their tents and closing shop. And then we had four hours left before the train arrived to take us home.
Endurance – that is what I am good at. I’ve never been a fast athlete, but I have a strong capacity to endure like a beast of burden. We had never once checked the weather, and I should have known a storm was brewing by the beauty of the sunrise over the bayou:
All in all we had ourselves an adventure:
