I love the trains in Canada.
I love the way they go on for ever so that you can wait for fifteen minutes at a crossing while one-hundred and thirty cars (yes I've often counted!) go rumbling by. I love that they are red and huge. I love that the drivers sometimes wave.
But most of all I love hearing their mournful horns echoing down the Bow River Valley at night. That sound is right up there with the call of the loons on a summer morning or the silence of a heavy snowfall for me. It says all you need to know about Canada - spacious, empty and waiting to be discovered.
P.S. I don't mean to sound like a travel brochure!
7 years ago