In any case, they ended up here:
Quite scenic, and I'm assured the weather was perfect. They started by walking through an old train . . .
|Sorry, John, but really, it does look like|
you're holding hands.
|No, she is not the train. She is on the train.|
. . . Which stopped at a faux town that included a "church" . . .
|Is this what they mean by "bully" pulpit?|
|I wonder about their marks . . .|
. . . and (John's favorite) a "saloon."
|The friendly service, as promised. But I question the legality.|
|They didn't stay long.|
|They do make a sweet couple, don't they?|
So how could I possibly feel left out? I am actually quite relieved to not have had to go.
And now I'm off to eat my Yorkie Bar.
ETA: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Glass (as described in the comments):