Yesterday evening we went to the Sauk Dam and saw lots of pelicans.
Then we went to the Little Village Cafe in Baraboo for dinner and sat outside. I had fish tacos (but I could only eat one) and Travalon had mac and cheese with jerk chicken, and we split a white chocolate lime mousse for dessert. (I thought I didn't need dessert, but it turned out I hadn't eaten many calories, so at least that mousse kept My Fitness Pal from yelling at me.) The waitress was so nice - she gave us a bag of ice to put in the cooler with my leftover taco. We went to the spring in Rock Spring and filled our water bottles, and Travalon took photos of the nearby bluff.
The museum is on the bank of the Baraboo River.
We saw a muskrat swimming in it, but when Travalon tried to make a video, it dove below the surface. Then we boarded the train. They let us go into the caboose and even sit in the cupola for a photo, but we had to sit in one of the passenger cars for the ride.
Sorry this photo is kind of dim, but in the one where the flash went off, I look like a demon spawn.
We took a brief train ride to a spot in the middle of nowhere (the stop was called Sauk Junction), where the guy from Space Place and some other astronomy buffs set up telescopes. It was quite cloudy, and Venus was mostly covered up. Every time she broke free, I ran over to the telescope and waited behind three other people, but the clouds would cover her again before I got there. Finally both Travalon and I got to look at her through the telescope. He also took some photos with his good camera.
We saw the International Space Station go by, and he took a photo of that too, but it just looks like a line. Fortunately there was a Porta-Potty right near the tracks, because after standing there for an hour peering at stars between the clouds, I really had to go. It was dark, but I could make out where things were. However, someone else used it after me and figured out how to turn on the light. Wish I'd known there was a light!
Finally we heard the train horn, and Travalon made a video of it returning, which I might edit and put on YouTube at some point. I have made a movie of the train we saw on Friday. Enjoy!
After we got back to the museum, I had to powder my nose again and found a new friend on the outside of the women's bathroom door.
Here are some shots of the train we were on, after we got off of it.
We got home at exactly midnight, and this morning I slept pretty late, but we did get to Mass only a few minutes late, during the Gloria. During the Mass I could hear the wind outside, and lots of thunder, so when people's weather alert alarms started going off, I wasn't surprised. I looked at my own phone, and there was no alert, but then it did go off to say there was a tornado warning. The priest seemed unfazed; he was in the middle of giving five little kids their First Communion, and we finished the Mass and then he told us we should all go to the Gathering Space, since it was the safest place in the building. I sat around talking to a woman I know from Nicaragua, Hardingfele's coworker, and a teacher who wanted to know all about DuoLingo because she has a lot of Spanish-language students.
Travalon left to see his grade school buddy, so I drove myself to my Brazilian drum lesson. Was it ever a workout today! My drumming buddy asked me to record the lesson, since she always does so herself but her phone was dead. Then I grabbed a snack at the co-op (kefir and two falafel balls that turned out to be cold, ugh) before going to the first half of the Slow Irish session. There were a lot of people there, plus four audience members. I had to leave to get to band practice, since we have a gig in two weeks. Maybe that was too much playing, because my left wrist was starting to get sore. When I got home, Travalon asked me which music event I liked best, and I said they were kind of like food: Brazilian drumming is an exotic cuisine I haven't tried before but I kind of like it as I'm getting used to it; Irish tunes are like my favorite food I could eat every day; and band practice is like comfort food that isn't the best flavor but is easy to whip up when I'm hungry, because I've played the tunes for so long that I know them all. He said that was a good analogy. Also, after drumming, one teacher said, "I heard you're killing it at the choro sessions!" and during the Irish session, the red-headed flute player was impressed by how quickly I was learning tunes by ear. Music is the one thing I've got such a knack for that it often shocks people. Imagine how good I'd be if I actually practiced!
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