At nine this morning there was a short skit in the little village by the train depot. They invited the kids to come up and meet the horses before the skit started.
The cowboys are getting in position for the skit to begin.
This is a pretty tough looking group.
They got a volunteer out of the audience to rob.
Then the marshal showed up and they tried to blame the volunteer for robbing them.
The marshal didn't go for it and the short guy was the first to go.
After more words the shootout took place and of course the marshal won.
This is the train depot where I picked up our tickets last night. I had booked them online several days ago. I choose the Coach class because it had entertainment, big windows and you always face forward. The train pulled out at exactly nine thirty. The conductor also made a point of repeating several times that it leaves the Grand Canyon at exactly three thirty and if you were not onboard you would be spending the night up there.
There was quite a few empty seats, the conductor said that next month there would be twice as many people onboard.
We were in the second car back from the engines and I never noticed any noise or even the whistle.
Our entertainment on the way up was a fiddler. He commented that the Australians in the first car had really kept him busy. Every time one came through on the way to the cafe car he would break into their music and they would be dancing down the aisle.
This is the Polar Express stop, at Christmas time they have special runs that stop here and the kids can see Santa.
Our conductor mentioned that there was always someone at this place waving and pointed them out. I didn't see them and they did not show in this picture.
We have arrived.
Vera is all set to explore the South rim.
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