Last weekend I went to Fairfield. Why, you ask? For the Western Railway Museum, duh!
I realize I've actually had this thing for trains for a long time. Most of my great life adventures have begun on trains. I even found the almost love of my life on one.
So it seemed right to pay respects. And I went with a guy who loves trains even more than me, from an engineering perspective.
Love the traditional uniforms all the conductors and volunteers wear. And did I mention this museum is almost entirely run by volunteers, right down to the train restoration and maintenance?
An example of how tramps used to "ride the rails."
A classic Pullman.
Blustery Fairfield is also home to a large wind farm with turbines (don't get caught calling them windmills).
The inside of one of the trains in the restoration queue.