Day Seven: North Hollywood, California
Pleasantly restful day, excepting the homicidal intensity of Los Angeles freeway transit. We galloped, galavanted, and generally gallopvanted off to a place of my youth, "Travel Town" in Griffith Park. Basically, a train museum.
Here I am assuring her it will be more fun than she is at the time thinking:
Off and running!
Up in the locomotive:
And one of the empty passenger cars was fun:
...because you can run around like mad in it.
Racing to catch up to mommy and grandma:
But the highlight of the trip was of course getting the plastic toy train whistle, which was mastered within SECONDS! This child is a train whistle prodigy!
Then it was off to North Hollywood, to visit with Gretchen's great-grandad. Fine old chap and a gentleman. I raise my icewater to his health and long[er] life! The girls out front: