The Train to Montreal

It was wet and rainy turning to snow the further north we went. I have never seen so much water, some frozen some steely grey but beautiful. I loved the duck prints in the soft ice as they tried to take off when they heard the train whistle blow.


A winter wonderland in spring. The scenery made up for the delays to let freight trains pass and the dreadful food. At least the seats were bigger than airplane, and I could carry on my knitting and scissors!


With so much snow, Oskar would have loved the diggers, I saw hundreds parked in yards along the way