Friday morning, on our trip to my parents' cabin in Wisconsin, we stopped at the Rochelle Railroad Park (in Rochelle, IL, not far from the intersection of I39 and I88). See: http://www.rochellerailroadpark.org/history.html. I think trains are kind of nice to watch, so I was curious to see what the fuss was all about. The park sits next to an intersection (two sets of tracks cross two sets of tracks to make a diamond) of a couple major rail lines. At least 80 trains roll by this spot each day; we saw two in the short time we were there. The park has an assortment of things to entertain the family as well as hard core train fanatics. The people there that morning tended to be retirees (mostly male) and a surprising number of young adolescent boys (no indication of being Boy Scouts). Quite a few had video cameras and tripods. We basically stopped and looked around, watched a train roll through, and left, but we could see how someone really into trains might really enjoy this place...like me on a rock hunt! We continued on up to the cabin in the unusually cool and occasionally wet weather. Kris had a good week with Grandma and Grandpa Campbell up there. That night we all watched a couple videos.
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