One of the many bridges

The Kuranda Scenic Railway. Supposedly one of the most beautiful train rides in the world. I say supposedly because the source of the claim is the Kuranda Scenic Railway. Not exactly the most reliable source for an unbiased opinion on such a list. We’ve been excited to take Ray on the train ever since we started thinking about having baby Garbo in Cairns. We see the train roll by our house every morning and every evening. It’s become routine for Ray and Brian to sprint to the edge of the yard just as it’s approaching to wave at all the tourists. Monday was the anticipated day, and even after becoming one of those tourists I still don’t know if it’s one of the most beautiful train rides in the world. The ride up was certainly noteworthy, but my focus was on making sure Ray didn’t stick her appendages out the open windows. I like those appendages much more than I care about scenery. So I was counting on the ride down, when Ray would most assuredly be passed out in Brian’s arms, to soak in the views and judge for myself the claim. As happens so often, I counted on the wrong thing.

The girls started by treating Ray as their head model. They put clips in, took clips out, organized clips, brushed her hair, tied it back (rather unsuccessfully), all while Ray laughed that deep belly laugh she does so rarely. The younger of the two quickly dominated the impromptu play date and became Ray’s self-appointed best friend. She held her and explained all the deep mysteries of life to her as only a 5 year old girl can. Small children are rather like dogs. They know when people like them and respond accordingly. Ray had little doubt that this girl liked her and she became obsessed. Several times the girl tried to go sit with her family to get a drink of water or another piece of expensive Kuranda candy, but Ray cried for her each time. She quickly came running back around to console the live baby doll. As they sat at the window together, Ray put her hand just slightly out the window despite knowing her boundaries. Brian disciplined her for it which resulted in the typical “how can I in all my cuteness ever get in trouble” cry, but instead of reaching to me for consolation she reached for her new friend (much to the girl’s delight).

As our stop rushed to meet us, the ticket collector came round to let everyone know town was near. When she passed our row, Ray’s new friend waved frantically and announced, “I am her favorite!” The woman laughed, clearly confused, and said, “Yes, it’s good to enjoy your sister.” After explaining to her these two had been (and still were) complete strangers, she was astounded and moved on to tell the entire crew about the “train friends.” Sadly our stop was the first, and it was extremely hard to separate them. We walked home alongside the train tracks (our house is just a stone’s throw from the station) and waved to Ray’s first best friend for the last time when the train steamed by.