I’ve always loved organic forms of transit…travel where your hair gets a little messed up, and you leaves you feeling like you really went for a ride. Travel that is all about the journey.  I love driving crunchy cars with the windows down on the freeway (especially convertible jeeps). Horseback riding, bike-riding, mopeds, small planes, boats… all of these evoke that feeling for me.  However, there is something romantic about trains. They symbolize expansion and adventure…saying goodbye…moving on…change. There is just something spectacular about settling into the seat and watching the world pass by.  I have always loved trains, but never really took the time to think about it. I mean, how often do trains come into our modern lives? But, since having my son, Dylan, this interest of mine has been revived. My son is obsessed with trains.  So, for Mother’s Day, I thought of the perfect excursion! We spent the afternoon in Campo at the Pacific Southwest Railway Museum. Call me a big dork, but this trip was the highlight of my year. The one hour drive through the country just does things for my soul and riding the train was simply magical.  Here are some images from the afternoon.

“Hold on tight!” -DylanThis overcast day just created the most beautiful light.