There’s just something about train travel…
I didn’t actually take my first train ride until I was an adult, but I knew I would love it before I even stepped onto the platform, and I was right. By the end of that first two-hour journey between Ottawa and Montreal, train travel had become hands-down my favourite mode of transportation. It remains so today, roughly 30 years later. 
Hurtling through the darkened countryside at night. Watching trees and fields and rivers flash by if you’re travelling by day. Stopping ever so briefly at tiny stations in towns you’d never otherwise see. Waving to delighted children in their back yards as you rumble by. The clatter of wheels on tracks beneath you. The jolting, comfortable sway of the cars. 
And always the haunting, lonely whistle calling to you.
“Adventure,” it promises, if you’re going somewhere new. “Home,” it whispers to you on your return.
Oh, yes. There’s just something about the train…don’t you think? 🙂
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