More on Trains

We decided to take the monkeys for a ride on the Frontrunner commuter train and stop in Layton for a bite at Doug and Emmy's, which actually used to be a train station. The train ride turned out to be a huge hit with the kids. "This is the happiest day of my life," exclaimed my daughter as we started toward Roy from Ogden. That dramatic, and often short-lived, enthusiasm is not uncommon in our house. By the time we reached Layton, she was tired and bored. Doug and Emmy's - usually a hoppin' cafe reeking of character and delicious food - was understaffed and unprepared for the masses of freeloaders trying out the train. We quickly turned around and caught the next train home. It was a great experience and one we will do again with the kids, just not next week. -BN

P.S. This kid on the left was happy to ride the train but was looking forward to going back to "Utah." I asked where he thought we were and he said, "I think we're in Provo or something. I admit that Provo is a place of it's own but it IS still in Utah. This conversation was taking place as we were stopped at the Clearfield station with the sign, (pictured) directly outside the window. He had on a Boy Scout uniform but I noticed that there was no "Local Geography" merit badge attached.