One damp morning during our stay in South Dakota, we bundled up the kiddos in their warmest summer clothes, and headed out for what we promised would be a great morning of sight-seeing. We paid our fares and piled into a completely restored historic train that drove us from one small tourist town, to the next small tourist town, and back again.

Did I mention the train came with its own conductor to collect the tickets? The Pickle could hardly believe his luck.

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