Baltimore

The boy inexplicably woke up on Tuesday vomiting, which made our cruddy Red Roof Inn-Baltimore Airport hotel room all that much more appealing. When we went to the B & O Museum, all he wanted to do was sleep, so we let him stay in the car.

Sam was mortified that I was taking so many photos (she's getting to that age where she is clearly embarased by me). We participated in a tour, and took the speed-touring version of the museum.

The best parts were the beautiful roundhouse and turn-table (all interior), and the remains of the Sturbridge Lion, the boiler of the first steam engine imported from England in 1830 (or so), for use by a rail service. Lap seam construction (I know what that means now) and other quirky differences in construction.

They also had several early steam engines showing a vertical boiler configuration. Made it really obvious that all steam engines are just glorified boilers on wheels.