An abrupt change in the weather (can you say 50 degree temperature difference? I knew you could) and a forecast of snow in the high country inspired David, Jessica, The Pint-Sized Farmer, and I to head north, young people, and get a slice of winter mostly missing from last year's repertoire. It did not disappoint.
First, the trains. Pint has a love/fright relationship with noisy locomotives and, since one passes through old Flagstaff on average every 15 minutes, he had plenty of opportunity to test his mettle.
If not for a warm, loving, and understanding Aunt Jessica to hold on to for dear life, I don't know if the boy would have made it.
If he had a bejesus, it's gone now.
Shortly after surviving the ordeal that was trainspotting, we headed to Collin's Irish Pub. The timing was perfect as mysterious white flakes began falling from the sky, enforcing the rule that all young people and especially toddlers must stick their tongues out to partake in nature's gifts.
I got a gift as well. The bartender, who I crowned the beeristra, made it special for me. Shortly thereafter, his shift came to an end but I made the new bartender plant a clover on my next Guinness as well. Unlike the one pictured, it was not photo-worthy (didn't hurt the cascading goodness, however).
Happy Memorial Day Weekend (in the snow)!