Grandma wait for me.
Sister Burr left her purse on the train and we got clear into town before she remembered. By the time we got back to the train station the train was no longer there but it was parked about one mile away. She and our interpreter ran as fast as Sister Burr's legs could go to where the train was parked. They had to run on the tracks after the trail stopped. At one time a train passed going the other way which was kind of scary. She was able to retrieve her purse after paying a small fee to those that had found it. They had not taken any money or her passport or anything out of it. We feel it was a miracle she got it and nothing was taken. On the way back a nice engineer offered to let them ride on the front of the train engine instead of running the mile back. It was truly an adventure.
Scenery looking across Odessa.
You see this row of locks along this bridge. Those that get married put a lock here that will assure that they will stay married.
There are lots of open door restaurants.
This is the LDS church in Odessa.
This was an interesting fellow. He said he was the killer and that he would protect us while we were there. There is a strip of white going up the wall to his right. That is where he lives and it is a room under the stairs. It is kind of a broom closet. His bed goes up under the stairs and it is where he lives. He has a big TV in there. There is no doorknob on his door. We first met him when Sister Burr cracked open his door out of curiosity and he was sitting on a little chair watching TV and he quietly pulled the door shut. We became good friends.