So all summer Atticus has been begging to ride the train…well, Frontrunner. We finally broke down on Friday and rode the train. Jesse took the day off and we decided to get up and just go to breakfast. There is a train stop right by one of our most favorite breakfast places…Sill’s. This fine eating establishment deserves a blog all it’s own, but that is for a later time.
The kids slept until about nine, so an “early” start was out of the question. However, I don’t complain about sleep so we got started when they got up. Atticus was so excited he could barely stand it. The first words out of his mouth were, “Let’s go ride the train!” I fed Ainsley while he and Jesse jumped in the shower. We got to our Bountiful train station at about 10:00. We only had to wait about ten minutes for the train and of course, Atticus was doing a thorough job of scoping out the place and discovering all the five million things that could potentially cause my “indestructable” two year old harm. When the train pulled into the station it was like Christmas morning. He was so excited and was jumping and screaming with ultimate joy.
As we boarded the train we picked a spot next to the window and he was able to look out and enjoy all the sights…horses, cows, Lagoon, other trains, and everything else his two year old little eyes could take in. It took only a few minutes for his bravery to increase and of course, his curious self was off investigating the train. The words, “you need to stay by mom and dad,” went in one ear and out the other! However, we arrived at our destination without incident and he was fully content and ready to have breakfast.
As I mentioned earlier, we dined at Sill’s. This place is an institution and for Jesse and me a place we have been frequenting for years. Yes, even those good old high school days when attending class was “optional.” Seriously, if you haven’t eaten here…DO IT! They are supposedly tearing the place down to allow more parking for Frontrunner. The familiar song lyrics “Paved paradise to put up a parking lot” is totally applicable here. This place is a total greasy spoon, but worth every cholesterol point and pound you gain. Keep in mind if you go there you have to be aggressive. There is not a waitress seating you and it is every man for himself. Often times, you sit at a table that hasn’t even been bussed just so you can get a spot! I think 90% of the diners are wearing pajamas and most of the patrons are nursing hangovers. However, don’t let this detract. It really is one of the greatest places on earth to eat real stick to your ribs, gutt ache food! I will be so sad the day it closes because for us, it truly is a family tradition.
When we finished eating we realized we had about five minutes to the next train. The train stop is across a fairly busy street and tucked behind another restaurant. With Atticus in my arms and Ainsley buckled in her carseat, Jesse and I made a dash for the train. As we were crossing the road, we saw the train pull into the station. Now keep in mind, we just ate our weight in food and we were each carrying 30 pounds extra weight of children. We made it to the train panting, heaving, and trying our best not to lose our breakfast. I told Jesse as we pulled away from the station that people watching were most definitely laughing at us. That’s okay because we would have been laughing at people like us too!
The ride back was about the same as the ride in with the exception of two very tired children. Ainsley was mostly along for the ride as she really isn’t old enough to experience it yet. As I sat there with my family on a Friday morning I was reminded that every crazy adventure builds lifelong memories. I am so thankful every day for the beautiful family with which I have been blessed. I’m sure there are many more memories to come and many more “Friday mornings.”