There are few pleasures in life like riding a train and few people understand that better than the good people who run the Saanich Historical Artifacts Society. They've had the trains steaming along the tracks this summer, winding through lush green copses, under bridges and over trestles. This weekend J and E were first in line to catch the miniature express. They rode it four times. By the end of the day, E's head was nodding and not even the engine's whistle could keep him awake. After his rest, he and the Js dined on tacos, a first for the little man. As a little girl, J was told she could make a wish on a food she tried for the first time. What would E wish for after a day of such fulfilment? Probably to do it all again. And so they shall.
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