We're out of beer.

Long since out of of beer. It ran out before the train was even halfway to the destination, a quiet meadow at 9,400 feet above sea level on La Veta Pass.

Now, rumbling down on our return course to Alamosa after 3 hours of beer tasting in the sun, there's not a drop to drink and everyone looks tired and blurry. The toilets are nearly filled to capacity and we're running an hour late, thanks to one passenger who was escorted off in handcuffs. Sources said it was for being a drunken idiot.