These two paid seven dollars each to get in.... C'mon people, what's five minutes?
Grant got off work at 4:30 and we both sped over. We arrived at 5:03 assuming they would allow us a 3 minute grace period... No such luck. One lady was yelling at the volunteers because they wouldn't let her in. Yikes! We weren't angry, but we also weren't feeling like paying $14. So we found another way to entertain ourselves:
The train! Or "prain" as it's called in the Peterson family. This vintage train carries its passengers all the way to the stockyards in Fort Worth. One day we'd like to take that trip, but yesterday it was just pictures.
Apparently there is a Train Store too. I just took pictures of the train store signs instead of visiting the actual store.
Here is Grantie looking dashing in his dress pants and casual polo. I brought him a shirt so he wouldn't have to wear he shirt & tie in the beautiful (gag) over 90 degree weather. (Just when Texas is starting to feel livable, the summer comes...)
It wasn't quite Tilley Trolley but pretty close :)