Day 50 – 52 Vancouver to Toronto “The Canadian” 6th to 9th June 2015
Crossing Canada by train:
Recollections from our inbuilt Memory Sticks:
The difficulty saying Goodbye to Ann at the station – such a lovely time together.
Arriving onboard and settling into our cabin Friday night
Finding comfy beds, our own toilet, and 2 moveable armchairs- the moveable bit was a surprise we did not discover till Saturday.
Seeing bare mountains where the snow has disappeared from Jasper since our last visit.
Making cups of tea with my little electric swizzle stick wherever and whenever.
The complex and complicated meal plan VIA concocted on our 2nd day instead of our 3 sittings a day – continental brekky till 9am, Brunch 9.30am till 12md then gap till dinner.
Finally dinner at specified 1st or 2nd sitting as allocated!
Pyramid Falls – the closest fall to rail line. An amazing and unexpected site – pounding falls right alongside the rail line.
Freight trains halting progress day and night for lengthy periods. To the point I love less my long soulful freight trains!
Rocky mountains with incredible curved layers after Jasper
Going to sleep in the Rockies and waking up on the plains.
Mixing it up at meal times – Mary travelling the world with a significant hearing loss, Rob Young heading to the East to play music without his band, Gail and Susan from Rockhampton OZ visiting Gail’s son from Calgary after Vegas, Disneyland and Universal studios. Such a different trip. Another dinner companion with Myeloma and was undergoing chemo and travelling.
Old wooden wheat silos throughout Saskatchewan.
Coming into Melville many orange tents across the landscape – Bee Hotels!
Yes Really – they bring the bees about from down south to pollinate the area.
Jillian our restaurant car main person. Blunt, 35 years of service, we loved her. Oh and she was the wine waiter!
Sitting in our little self contained cabin – door open or closed, beds up or down. Happy.
Bison!!!
Comfy – really comfy beds and our own toilet. Clackety clacking all night slow the first night – then hurling along with long pauses the second night.
Being hours late – making up time – then delays again. Throughout the 4 day journey. Combined with the apparent complete acceptance that delays are a part of life.
Finally being 7 hours late and it does not seem to surprise anybody.
Lake filled journey for most of the journey through Ontario included yet another stop over our breakfast time but this time right in the middle of the passage over a lake.
