Another night of peaceful rest and happy bliss for me, and of unpleasant shaking for the White Owl. In the morning, we made a stop at Edmonton: we could just see the skyline from where we were. They added a panoramic car, which was very exciting, because it meant that it was the long awaited […]
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The Canadian – Day 2
I woke up the next morning, emerging with difficulty from the best sleep I’ve ever had, to a beautiful misty morning on the Canadian plains. Honestly, I slept so well in this train that I spent most of my time thinking of ways I could reproduce the movement and droning noise in my bedroom at […]
The Canadian – Day One
We got in the Canadian at 1 in the morning, and went quickly to bed. My venerable progenitor not being as lissome as she once was, I got the top bunk, and was very happy with it, because everybody knows it’s the best bunk. The sheets were white and soft, the train was rumbling noisily, […]
The White Owl and the Train
I couldn’t pinpoint with exactitude the day where my honorable mother, the White Owl, told me that she’d like to see the Pacific Ocean, but I quite remember that her next question was if we could go there by train. You see, my mother, and I know that she’s not unique in that, does not […]