Hunter has loved trains ever since he learned there was actually a mode of transportation which accommodated his penchant for lining things up.
We always wondered if this love would wear out over the years, but, no, it seems to be stronger than ever.
Before the summer came to an end, I bought tickets last weekend for us to ride the Chelatchie Prairie Railroad train up in Yacolt. It's got an old diesel engine, a caboose, a club car and an open-air car. I believe the engine and railway used to work the logging industry back in the days before the spotted owl. Now it carries families and friends visiting during vacation, train enthusiast groups, and, I imagine, the occasional boy living with autism and a fascination for anything "train."
I love, too, Hunter.