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Train Ride

Since getting moved, we have been doing a little bit of exploring around our new community. It has been keeping us very busy the past few days and my posting frequency has suffered a bit as a result. Sorry about that.

When we found out the house that we rented was so close to an Amtrak stop, we told Jupiter that we would ride trains when we live at the new home. On Wednesday we fulfilled that promise with a short trip down to the nearest stop in Washington, Missouri.

Jupiter had gotten sick over night and seemed to be tired Wednesday morning, but we decided that he would still enjoy the ride and went anyway. We could tell that he was indeed very excited, but he lacked the energy to express it. He wanted very badly to watch out the windows while the towns and other trains were going by, but had eyelids to heavy to stay open.

When we arrived in Washington, we walked up the street a bit to a place which served food and pie. The owners had a sign up that stated "Pie Fixes Everything".

Jupiter loves cottage cheese, French fries, and well, just about everything we ordered. He refused all of it. We could tell that his taste buds we not properly functioning. He spent most of the meal asleep in either Chris or my own arms. He did not even wake up for the pie. I guess pie cannot fix things if you cannot muster up the energy to eat it.

Since the boys had been a handful through lunch we had little time to continue exploring the town after lunch. Instead we went back to the train station and waited for the return train so Jupiter could go home and get some much needed rest.

I enjoyed the train as a mode of transportation. It is was laid back and had plenty of room to move around, and it had a dinner car for snacks and drinks. I imagine that we will be using the train as a way to take trips to nearby cities such as Chicago or Kansas City in the future, as well as shorter day trips to some of the smaller communities nearby. We also, of course, need to plan a trip for when Jupiter is a bit less under the weather a well.

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