Race Driving School
I think I’ve recovered from my race driving school weekend. Jamey said I’d be tired after it, but I scoffed. He was right. The week started off stressful, because I was determined we would choose which Rocky Mountain train trip we are taking next year. We have been talking about it for months. Plus, we could get $825 off if we put out money down before September 30th. Originally, we decided on a 3-day train ride with 7 more days touring the Canadian Rockies, and that it would be at the Gold-leaf level, because this is the only time we are doing it. After inviting Peg, who was enthusiastic, and Betsy, who said it was too expensive, I reconsidered. Perhaps it would be just as fun on a shorter trip. Okay. I narrowed it down to 4, checked the dates of the new moon in May and June, tossed a mental coin whether to go from Calgary to Vancouver or vice versa (C > V won), made a spread sheet of prices. Then Peg said she’d read that we could have Silver-leaf level hotels and get the Gold-lea...