After reboarding in Winnipeg last night, I went back to my room and finished Water for Elephants, a book that was quite fitting for the train, since it takes place on a travelling circus in the 1930s. The story follows a vet school dropout who hops a train and suddenly finds himself working for the circus.
I awoke this morning to find us paused at Sioux Lookout. I headed to the dining car for breakfast, and was seated with two men from Oklahoma who had just gotten on the train. They were headed somewhere about two hours away to go on a fishing trip.
If the theme for Day 1 was “mountains”, yesterday was “flatland”, and today was “wilderness”. We’ve been in the middle of nowhere all day, and I haven’t been able to pick up a cellphone signal since we left Winnipeg last night. The forest stretches on for miles, and every few hours we catch sight of a barely used dirt road. The land is splattered with the occasional body of water. Marshland, rivers, and a lake appears every once in a while.
At lunch, I was seated with a couple from Calgary who seemed fascinated with my job in Banff. It was a relief to be talking to someone who knew what the Centre was without my having to explain it, and they promised me that they’d go check out the Banff Summer Arts Festival when they got back out west (something they’ve been wanting to do for years, but have never made the time to do).
We stopped in Hornepayne for about 20 minutes just before dinner. It was good to stretch out my legs and walk on solid ground. I’ve really noticed a difference today in the smoothness of the tracks. We’ve been bouncing back and forth all day, and I’ve almost spilled a few cups of coffee on myself. I have no idea how the servers manage to carry around trays of soup and hot coffee without scalding themselves/passengers. Quite the skills.
This morning, I started reading The Book of Negroes. I have been hearing about it for months, and finally picked it up before I left Banff. I’m blasting through it really quickly – I’m 400 pages in already. I’d forgotten how nice it is to just sit down and lose yourself in a book. One nice thing about being on a train is that there are no distractions. I immediately noticed the difference yesterday night in Winnipeg. As soon as I stepped off the train, my mind seemed to fragment. You can see the difference in the writing in my blog post from yesterday – distractions like the internet, email, and bustling people had me focusing on a few things at once, and my writing suffered. Good mental note: lock yourself away, without an internet connection and phone signal, and let the ideas flow. You’re less likely to let sentences drop off, or give up on an idea, if you have nothing else to distract you.
Tonight is my last night onboard, and we arrive in Toronto tomorrow morning at 9:30. After that, it’s back to reality, job searching, and apartment hunting. I am enjoying my last night onboard with a final bottle of Granville Island Pale Ale in the Sky Lounge car, and chatting with some girls from Edmonton and a family from Halifax.
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