A Trip of a Lifetime: Train Travelogue 2011

It was as if Tuesday, August 9, 2011 was Christmas morning for two children:  our hearts were aflutter.  We had been anticipating this trip for years, and planning it for months.  Finally, the night arrived, and as we made our way to Union Station in downtown Toronto, the realization that we were going to board VIA’s Canadian had
come.  After a very hot wait in the Panorama Lounge (the air conditioning was off in order to keep dangerous fumes from bringing our trip to a halt), we were called up to the platform.  We walked and walked and walked – beyond the shelter of the train sheds – until we finally reached car 122, the second-last car on the train, where our accommodation for the next four nights would be found.  We boarded the train, went to cabin ‘D’, and unloaded our stuff in this room that was slightly bigger than 5’x7’ (and occupied by two bunks by this time).  No matter:  we were on the train!  We settled in, and as the train began to move, made our way to the rear car, Kokanee Park, where we would enjoy the first leg of the journey.  My vow was that I would sit up in the dome until the lights of Toronto were but a memory, listening, of course, to Gordon Lightfoot’s Canadian Railroad Trilogy.  I welled up a little at the realization that Diana and I were embarking on one of the world’s most legendary train trips.  From this vantage point, we would see more than half of Canada, and meet people from across the globe.

Being a railfan, knowing the consist of the train was important.  Despite our car attendant’s enthusiasm for trains, he was unable to secure the list of cars for me, so two mornings later, in Winnipeg, I walked the length of the train – nearly half a mile! – and wrote down every car name and number, and the locomotive lashup as well:

  • Diesel power:  VIA 6440 (General Motors Diesel F40PH-3) in second-generation VIA paint, and VIA 6409 (same type) in VIA’s third-generation ‘Renaissance’ paint scheme.
  • Baggage-Dormitory car #8604
  • Coaches 8133, 8125, 8107
  • Skyline Dome Car 8516
  • Diner Frontenac
  • Skyline Dome Car 8503
  • Sleepers Jarvis Manor, Blair Manor, Monck Manor, Brock Manor, Bell Manor, Sherwood Manor
  • Sleepers Chateau Latour, Chateau Lévis, Chateau Rouville
  • Skyline Dome Car 8501
  • Diner Acadian (where we ate every meal)
  • Sleepers Amherst Manor, Bayfield Manor, Hearne Manor (where we slept)
  • Dome-Observation Car Kokanee Park

The scenery was predictable to us, only because we had travelled much of this journey by highway.  With the exception of the first full day through north-western Ontario, where the lakes, rocks and trees were the same but new to us, most of the time, the rails were quite near one branch or another of the Trans-Canada Highway.  Because the journey takes place on Canadian National trackage, from Portage La Prairie on, the tracks followed the Yellowhead Route.

From lakes, rocks and trees, we moved to wide expanses of prairie with wheat and sunflowers.  The Qu’Appelle Valley was a surprise to many who think the prairies are entirely flat!  From northern Alberta, we transitioned into what most everyone wanted to see:  mountains.  Ah, mountains:  no matter how many times we see them, we
never tire of them.  “The firmament proclaims his handiwork,” said the Psalmist of our Creator God.  Nowhere is that made clearer to us than in the mountains of western Alberta and British Columbia.

Because the VIA journey ceased only for picking up and detraining passengers and crew, there was a lot of scenery that passed us by in the dark.  But that would be atoned for when we heard the “All Aboard!” for the second leg of our journey, the Rocky Mountaineer.

We heeded the call to board the Rocky Mountaineer after two short but pleasant days in Vancouver, spent with friends whom we love.  The Schindells ferried us through some of Vancouver’s nicest places.  The Savills gave us lodging and a place to scratch my preaching itch, among the people of Richmond Presbyterian Church.  The visits
were short, for 5:30 Monday morning came calling all too quickly.

Aboard the Rocky Mountaineer, we retraced our steps, this time in daylight, across the lower mainland, and up the Fraser Canyon to Kamloops.  A night in a simple Kamloops motel was followed by another early morning that was met with as much anticipation as the trip itself, for on this day, we would ride only Canadian Pacific trackage.  Not only would we see some of Canada’s historic and engineering feats, we would ride them.

Even though we could not stop there, to be able to glide slowly past the wonderful cairn that marked the driving of the last spike that created Canada’s first transcontinental railway brought out not only Canadian, but Scottish patriotism as I said, “Stand fast, Craigellachie!”, in the spirit of Donald Smith and George Stephen, without whom the CPR may never have been completed.  Sitting in the yard at Field, awaiting our turn at the Big Hill, was also a long-anticipated moment.  For this time, we would not just stop at the roadside pull-off to look at the foliage eclipsing the lower portal of the spiral tunnels; we would be in it!  Riding through a rocky cavern on a constant curve, then coming out, ascending, and riding through another rocky cavern on a constant curve, was amazing.  The tunnels are shorter than they seem, but the grade they cut down and the lives they saved, since their creation in the early years of the twentieth century, reminded us of the ingenuity of Canadians.

The greatest anticipation for me, and the only time I went to the vestibule to take pictures without glass between the lens and the scenery, came as I rose from my seat east of Lake Louise, and at mile point 113 on the Laggan Subdivision, started snapping pictures as we rounded Morant’s Curve.  This is the most photographed piece of railway in Canada, and my plan was to take pictures of railfans taking pictures.  Alas, there were no railfans there at that moment!  But to say it was a near-spiritual experience to ride the rails around Morant’s Curve is an understatement.

A brief stop in Banff was followed by the onset of darkness as we left the mountains for the foothills, thence for the lights of Calgary, where our rail journey of a lifetime would come to an end.  The fun was not over, of course, for more great friends, the Woodwards, were there to meet us and delight us with four more days of conversation, sightseeing, and fun.  Travelling home again by air might seem anticlimactic, but by then, we were ready for a shorter journey.  The plane took off on time, landed early, and encountered no difficulty.  A warm hug and a smooth ride home landed us into bed with a tiny bit of jetlag, and a lot of great memories to treasure for the rest of our lives.

Make no mistake:  we will see the good friends, and the scenery, many more times, God willing; whether we will do so by rail remains to be seen, but if that does not come to pass, we can say that we did it, without regret.

6 thoughts on “A Trip of a Lifetime: Train Travelogue 2011”

  1. Sounds like you had a fantastic train trip. What a great opportunity to see the country on your favourite mode of transportation. My Dad wrote a great poem entitled, “Oh take me back to the age of steam.” I will send it to you on FB. Still hoping to see you two sometime soon. Warmest thoughts and a hug for both of you!

  2. Great to hear about your western adventure Jeff. We made the car journey from central Saskatchewan this summer and by the time we passed through Edmonton we were following much of your route. Jasper and the historic station with the mountains in the background; down through the interior to Van City and then back via Revlestoke and Banff/Lake Louise. We backtracked through the icefields up to Jasper and so parted ways with our ontario rail travelling friends. We went to the rail museum in Revelstoke. Stopping often to read the history of Mountain passes and the opening of the west you can’t not learn a lot about railways (imagining days of yore) and a great piece of Canadian History. Our only regret was that we had not gone on the train! One day we will ride on a sleeper and wake up in a train instead of a tent to see the beautiful Mountains. God is great.

    You’ll be pleased to hear that we did at least ride the steam train at Port Alberni on Vancouver Island.

    with love in Christ

    Ken Gill and Samuel Davis
    St. Alban’s Cathedral, Prince Albert, SK

    1. Ken, great to hear that you got to enjoy the beauty of the west on your vacation. Had we been able to stop and stay in Saskatoon, we’d have rented a car and paid you a visit! But we’ll definitely do that next time we travel west by RV. Seeing the mountains from inside a tent has its advantages, too! But train travel is terrific. Congratulations on riding the steam train at Port Alberni. Last time we were there, we missed it!

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