Even though there is a train museum located in Old Sacramento, I did not have time to visit it. I certainly wanted to, but that darn old nemesis, time, won this trip. There was, however, a few cars parked at the train station so I was able to take pictures of them. Have to admit I am always fascinated by choo choos. I don’t know why. Maybe it is that age old yearning of humans to explore the unknown and trains represent the journey into the frontier, to new horizons.
All of these pictures are from the station.
