Gratuitous postcard: seeing the folks off at the station

I'm driving the geezer and the old bat to the train station this afternoon. They're heading out to spend a week with my seester and her husband, in some spiffy time share thing out on the edge of the desert (but within feet of some of the finest artists and artisans this country has developed), in Sedona, AZ.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a postcard of any train in Sedona (I think the nearest one still only comes to Flagstaff), so I had to make do with one from a place I've been more recently.
The card hasn't been there since... probably long before I was born.

Nevertheless, the rails are still the coolest way to travel.