We threw our luggage in the inn and walked across the street to poke about the train station in Chama. I have no idea of the history of this place, but there is one steam train a day up the mountain. We walked through the yard, and John stayed to see the train come in while I ran back to the room and sent email messages to two of our children. We were hamstrung by poor internet service at the inn and no signal on my phone. Kate, Michael, and Lise found us on the website as we watched the crew begin switching cars for the next day’s run. That was really live streaming for our family.

I took photos of John in train heaven and liked the ones that show how massive the engines are.