We have a new Follower to welcome -- Vera, of Veragirl. Vera is a flower lady, as far as we can tell, with a big dahlia as her header picture.
Friday here in Carson City was fairly quiet -- we stopped at Costco to fill our gas tank, did a few errands, then joined the family for dinner at Renee and Adam's home. Dinner was an excellent chili, but the real attraction for us was 10-month-old Darren.
We had been given a key to their home, and decided to stop in early and leave Big Red, Suzy's mobililty scooter, there to get her battery charged. We figured to just drive Big Red into the garage and plug in the charger. Couldn't be more simple, right? Surprisingly, Adam was home for lunch. He welcomed us and helped get Big Red into the garage. I plugged in the charger, turned it on, and the electricity went off!
It took Adam a full fifteen minutes running this way and that inside and outside his house to find the problem. Once he got the power on again, Adam hurried back to work, we locked up the house and left. Good thing he was there at the time! We'd have been flummoxed and unable to find the cure. We'd have had to call Renee to call Adam, and that would not have been good form.
After our dinner and family time, we went back out to the garage to retrieve Big Red and found --- the electricity to the garage was off! It appeared that Big Red had charged for a while, but when the freezer on the same circuit cycled on, poof! How to make an impression on your grandson-in-law!
Correction! David explained that the machine pulling this train was a "locomotive," not an engine! The locomotive has two engines, one on each side, that cause the wheels to turn.
With the Labor Day weekend, we had a special treat that, while interesting, turned out to be less than expected. There was a Civil War re-enactment that was supposed to have been played out virtually in front of our eyes, but due to a timing mishap, didn't work out that way. We ended up a few hundred yards, and a quarter mile of track, away across the town of Gold Hill. We were able to see the action and hear the thunder of cannon (a few seconds after watching the smoke erupt from the instruments). Fortunately, daughter Kathie has a great camera with a great lens, and was able to get a few good shots.
While in Virginia City, we had lunch at the Bonanza Cafe -- an excellent prime rib sandwich, partly courtesy of a $25 gift coupon we received on the train, by virtue of having just celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary!
If we take this trip again, we'll opt for a quick hot dog from a street vendor so we'll have a little time to actually explore this historic old town, which once was the biggest city between San Francisco and the Mississippi River! Its official population at the time was 25,000, but as David explained, that counted only "Americans" -- that is, no one but European-based white folk. No black, no Asian, no Indians, no one but real "Americans!" Mexicans, perhaps, but not necessarily.
Now about the train trip itself. We called ahead, because we have learned it's a good idea, to find out if Big Red could go with us. We were assured that mobility scooters, motorized wheelchairs, etc., were a regular feature: at the Carson City station there is a ramp to drive up to put the scooter on the train; at the Virginia City end there is lift to take it down to ground level, and the free trolley into town also has a lift so you don't have to ride the scooter uphill four blocks.
Easier said than done! Yes, the ramp was there, and we were able to load Big Red on the front end of the third passenger car. However, at Virginia City, it was necessary to free-wheel Big Red down the very narrow aisle (a tight fit!) to the other end of the car and then muscle her into a 90 degree turn. The lift itself was fine, except that one of the railroad crew took a nasty spill while helping to unload the scooter.
Then the trolley arrived, and the driver announced that the lift on the trolley was broken! Suzy said she'd ride those four blocks uphill; Kathie and Renee said they'd go with her to push if necessary! I'd ride the trolley. As the ladies were leaving, the trolley driver said that although the lift didn't work, the lift doors still worked. Several of the passengers already seated on the trolley offered to help lift Big Red into the opening! We didn't get a picture of that, but this shot shows the trolley driver and his assistant plus daughter Kathie lifting Big Red into the trolley for the return trip! What great people you find everywhere, willing to do something to help others!