Home again, home again, jigity-jig

Because we've been eating out WAY too much lately, before we left for Warm Springs I packed a lunch.  Nothing fancy, just tuna salad sandwiches, carrot sticks, raw pepper strips, and banana bread.  And, of course, a thermos of coffee.  As we approached Boonville I asked the GPS to help us find a park, and I must say she (our GPS is female) chose a good one.  

You can read about some of the history of this depot HERE.  It's on the Katy Trail State park, a biking and hiking trail that follows where the railroad track used to run.  

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I've always loved cabooses, although I prefer them to be red.  I used to say that if I won the lottery, I'd put a caboose in the yard.  At this stage of my life, though, I wouldn't bother.  

There was a picnic table at one end of the depot, so that's where we ate lunch.  I think this is the first time we've had a picnic lunch since we sold the motorcycle.  We need to have more picnics!  

We took a back-road route home and made a couple of fun stops, just like we used to do when we rode our motorcycle.

So yesterday was a wonderful day, from Clydesdales to Cabooses.  I must say my knees didn't protest too much, partly because I took my cane-chair along.  I didn't even take any pills stronger than an aspirin.  At any time during our tour of Warm Springs Ranch, I could unfold my chair and have a seat.  Sometimes that makes all the difference in the world!

I never actually use it as a cane, I just carry it in one hand until I need to sit down.  If you have bad knees and have a problem standing for a long time, you need one of these.