We then went to visit a "train museum" which was a huge hit. While learning all about the history of the Canadian railway we were able to climb in and out of various train cars. A retired train engineer was on hand and told us all about the steam train and tales of his life as an engineer. It turned out that the steam train on display was one that he had worked on many years ago. They also had a train car set up as a play area for the younger children.
After the train museum we went to a "hydro dam" to learn how our electricity is made. One daughter thought it was going to be a beaver dam and had hopes of catching one, so she was disappointed to learn that was not the case. Being a large group they offered us a free tour, our tour guide was very informative and patient with our multiple special needs. Our 5 year old that rarely speaks to anyone had many questions, the 19 year old started crying for no apparent reason, one child had a seizure and the 2 and 3 year olds - well they are 2 and 3. At the end of the tour they had an area that the kids were able to interact and produce electricity which engaged the kids that struggled with the tour.
We then loaded back up on the bus for nap time and continued driving, while being questioned "is that the north mountain", "how does Elsa get up there" and "can you see her castle?" by our "Frozen" obsessed daughter. The one benefit of our daughter being on the look out for Elsa is that we can watch other movies, not just "Frozen"
After a few more hours of travelling we stopped at a favorite restaurant of my husbands from his younger days. The best way to describe this restaurant is to say it has a lot of character. You felt like you are stepping back in time when walking into this old authentic Mexican restaurant. The restaurant was decorated in a very rustic fashion, old riding tack on the walls, old signs on the wall, animal skulls and pelts throughout, the light fixtures were upside down buckets and old jars. The floor and walls were old worn wood, people where given peanuts in shells to snack on and were encouraged to drop the shells on the floor. The furniture was a mishmash of chairs, stools, an old bar and tables. The beverages were served in jars, the appetizers served on a wooden tray (which our daughter described as a hollowed out log). Being authentic Mexican food some of it was not recognizable to a few of the children and already questioning their surroundings, nervously said that they didn't know what they were eating. Taking full advantage of this situation I said it was "road kill" after all that's how they get all the skulls and animal pelts. Horrified at first but knowing I was teasing them they were able to relax and enjoy themselves, with a full description of dinner. Dinner was delicious and then we were off to the hotel for the evening.
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