We never did count how many came to gawk. Sarah said there must have been a lot ‘cos her ENORMOUS pot of chile went in an hour and a half:
Taking on killer chilli. That’s me and club pres Phil Miller at the trough.
The women seemed content to gab, ignore the train and wander in Sarah’s garden.
The garden on train day.
Clusters of people gathered at various places to discuss my efforts:
Me, club pres Phil Miller down by the 180 degree turnaround
Looking from the garage to the layout
Visitors at Camp 1
A gaggle of visitors
My friend John Wooller came from England to help
Club pres Phil Miller operating the HO Ten Mile Branch
And last, but not least – me and the delightful lady from whom we leased the land on which the Ten Mile Branch stood – my wife Sara:
Wife Sarah and me