Come and ride the train

Yesterday I had the great idea to go and ride the train at Stone Mountain. I had been wanting to take James for about a week or so. He had ridden it before, but now that he's bigger and I we thought it would be a nice family outing he could enjoy. "Fun" was the name for our adventure at the "train water park."
So we got on the train and everything was going well and all of the sudden it started to rain. It was not a regular kind of rain, but a pour down kind of like a waterfall. People started to scream and move around as everyone looked for some shelter, in the open air cars, when the conductor announced that everyone has to be sitting in a seat or she will stop the train. Mind you she is sitting a closed car in the front of the train, so she couldn't appreciate our situation. People are still standing and moving around and she stops the train. She stops the train next to a cascade, which was really pretty, but wet, and the train got stopped right at the peak of the storm. No one could keep from getting wet.
It takes a while to get a train that size moving again and since it was raining we began to snail along for the next 2 or 3 miles. I was of course sitting by the window to get a great view of the scenery or the sky waterfalls. James just sat on his daddy's lap enjoying the ride. When we drove by the entrance of the Stone Mountain hike I looked over at Adam and said, "I wonder if anyone is hiking the mountain." We look over to see a family drenched climbing down. I thought poor people, and I bet it is really slippery. The mountain is made of granite so it is very very slippery when wet. I just happen to look when one of the family members slipped and hit the ground hard. Everyone on the train, including the family of the boy, was laughing in the midst of the rain. It was great. As we came around the last bend before we were to get off the train we got the worst of the rain. We were now going straight into the water and it was coming down with force. There was no where to hide even with my umbrella we were getting even more soaked.
At the moment where we thought things we going to be looking up we heard the loudest thunder I have ever heard. I was a huge BOOOOOM!!!!! It sounded like a gun shot and it was really scary. Finally the moment came to get off the train. I gave the umbrella to Adam so James would be covered from the still pouring rain. I laughed as I watched Adam put the umbrella over James, but he didn't notice that he had only covered the front of James and the rain was going down the back of James' head and all over his back. I rain after them trying not to slip because I was wearing sandals. I had to then go through a huge puddle or a small creek to get our stroller. Thank goodness that my stroller folds in half or I would have never gotten through the crowd. We gave in and bought another umbrella because I of course only brought the half a person cover umbrella with me. We also had to celebrate our traumatic experience so we got a funnel cake or as they call it here a flannel cake. So we had a great time...no we really did. It was definitely a memorable Saturday afternoon.

Daddy and James snuggle time.

A family portrait. James got cut out, but the second one we took he looks funny in.

This was taken moments before the heavens opened and the waters descended.

Isn't this too cute!
He was eating gold fish.

Half way through the train ride there is a little town that at Christmas a man or woman comes out and tells the story of Jesus, but today we just drove on by and got to hear the following song.

He is such a good dancer. Oh by the way I love this song if anyone knows who wrote it or what it's called please let me know. I need to download it.