This happened Sunday, but I want more pictures before moving forward.
We went to a train museum. Our idea of a museum and theirs is a little different.
I’m pretty sure their train museum would be our train graveyard.
I’m not sure if this is an office or they set it up as it used to be.
Really wanted to ride this.
What happened was the trains moved coal and other valuable metals. It was also a quick way to get supplies around the country.
So they were all set on trains. Until the semi. When the semi appeared, it provided a quick way to travel around the country with vast quantities of items, without being so restricted. This killed the train system.
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