Back in early August or so, I decided I wanted to treat Sugar to a special date. He’d told me how much he enjoyed trains and that got me thinking about a dinner date on a train. I did a Google search and found The Minnesota Transportation Museum. Upon closer inspection discovered they were not only a museum but they offered train rides. And SCORE! They offered dinner rides, too!
The dinner ride begins in Osceola, Wisconsin and the round trip takes about 2.5 hours. Perfect option, so I booked it.
Yesterday, I was in the house closing it up to leave and heard a funny sound. Like a fast click-click-click-click-click. Uh, oh. Sure enough, the car battery was dead. Sugar tried calling a couple of people to see if he could borrow a vehicle. No dice.
I said, “We can always take the motorcycle, but I have to change footwear, etc.”
He starts putting on his leather jacket and that was my clue to move my butt.
Then we were off…and we cruised like bats out of hell to get there in time. We’d lost precious minutes trying to figure out what to do so we knew it would be close. We didn’t realize just HOW close it would be. We had to be there to get tickets at 4:45, train was scheduled to leave at 5:00.
We were less than 5 minutes from the train depot, 4:55 to be exact, I’m holding his iPhone in my hand with GPS on and praying we make it. But to be honest, I’d already resigned myself to the fact we were going to miss the train. In fact, I’d been keeping an eye out for the last 15 minutes for places to drive back to and eat at. We got to an intersection in Osceola, he hollers back, is this it? “No, next one past the bridge!” We get to that street, he turns right and we hear a train whistle.
I’m thinking, “No!!! We’re too damn close to miss it NOW!”
He literally guns the motorcycle up the ticket office and one of the employees standing by the now-moving train, acknowledges us and starts talking on his walkie-talkie. I jump off the motorcycle the moment Sugar stops, hand him his iPhone, get my purse out of the bungee net and run to the train – still wearing my helmet, no less. The train has stopped for us.
I explain to the gentleman who was getting ready to let me on, that we have to wait for Sugar. I look down the platform and there’s Sugar talking to another employee from the train at another doorway. I wave him towards me and he comes running to where I’m standing. Then I have to try to get ON the train. The step is at least 2 1/2 feet off the ground. I’m 5’5″ with a 27 1/2″ inseam. Hello??? I need a leg up. Not getting one. So I grab on to the handles and haul my arse up. Sugar is right behind me and the employee closes things up behind us.
The train started moving while we were walking through about 4 or 5 cars but we finally made it to the dining car (there are different events happening throughout the train). I don’t even know when I took off my helmet, I just knew I had to keep going.
After dinner and checking out the engine and the platform behind it (taking many photos, see collages at end of post), we moved to another ancient car where we chatted and simply enjoyed the ride.
He loves me, does he not?