Growing up, my biggest life crisis was when my favorite locomotive lost a plastic wheel and officially retired from the living room rug.
If only little me had known about this magical Washington train shop! Walking through the door feels like stepping into a miniature wonderland where grown-ups lovingly play doctor to tiny, broken railroads with the seriousness of brain surgeons.
But it’s not just a hospital for battered boxcars; it’s a full-blown treasure hunt. Whether you are searching for a rare vintage caboose that hasn’t seen daylight since the seventies or just trying to fix grandpa’s old engine, this place is a wonderland…