Monday morning, after sending Grammy off on her drive home (2 days of driving, on her birthday? bummer), we met up with my friend Whitney and her two children to go to the Alpaca farm. The owner of the farm used to run a knit shop in Fraser (the town next to Winter Park), where my mom was a frequent customer. When the owner moved the shop to her own land, my mom recommended we should go check out the Alpacas for ourselves! To me, they look like Llamas, and they're super friendly and really kind of cute. There was one llama in the bunch but I can't remember if I got her picture.

While we were feeding the animals, we noticed a train sitting on the track behind the farm. We followed a dirt road to get to the crossing, and the boys were content just sitting watching it (the train wasn't moving...easy entertainment). After a few minutes, the conductor opened the door of the train and told us he was waiting for an Amtrak to pass before continuing his trip.
The headlights of the approaching train...the double track merges to one at this point.
All three boys loved the loud dinging of the trains as it approached...and waving to the train as it passed!After the Amtrak passed, the coal train started up again. There were many empty coal cars, and the train had a total of 3 engines working to pull the train up the mountains!
After the alpaca farm, following Whitney's tip, we went out to the barn at Devil's Thumb Ranch. We left our camera in the car but I have a few pictures on our phones (if I ever get those downloaded). There was a donkey, and two baby goats, and the boys were allowed to go inside the corral to pet them. While we were playing on one of the wagons, a wrangler came to talk to us and asked the boys for help. The chickens are completely free-range at the ranch, and therefore lay their eggs wherever they please. The wrangler had the boys crawl back underneath some farm equipment in the barn in order to gather the chicken's eggs--probably 15-20 in total! He even let the boys pick one egg to take home, and they were thrilled.
Naturally, 15 seconds after this photo was taken, I told Sam not to step in the mud. He stomped up and down and said "but I WANT to step in the mud" and the egg fell out of his hands and CRACK, landed on the ground. Tears followed, as we loaded the kids into the car (lunchtime anyone?). Fortunately for Sam, Scott stopped by the barn and asked for another egg...such is life with toddlers.
The next morning we cracked the eggs and made "sunny side up" for the first time for the boys. Sam loved his, and ate not only his own, but Charlie's as well. Charlie wasn't too sure about it. The yolks were such a bright orange! And delicious.



















































