There is a story here. The hat you saw me wearing above got swept off my head within 10 minutes of us boarding the train. We were in the open air car and whoosh! I thought the hat was gone. That was really too bad, Steven had just given it to me earlier that day. When the train ride was over, I saw Steven talking to one of the train guys. He asked if he could walk the track and look for my hat? No, they couldn't allow that, but the young man he asked said the train was going back to the yard on the same track and he would look for the hat himself. Could we drive our car up the road and meet them at the yard? If he found the hat he would give it to us there.
Then we saw the train coming!! No passengers, just the guys who worked or volunteered. The young man on the end had my hat in his hands!!! It was worth the drive and the wait.