The Old Chain of Rocks Bridge

The Old Chain of Rocks bridge is just a short distance north of St. Louis, MO. This bridge used to carry the famous Route 66 highway across the Mississippi River. Today this bridge is limited to pedestrian and bicycle traffic and is part of a trail system that is being developed in the area.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIf you wish to visit the bridge by car, you should park on Chouteau Island on the Illinois side of the river. The parking lot on the Missouri side is closed off these days, most likely due to safety concerns.  You can also ride a bike from St. Louis to the bridge if you wish, or park a couple of miles away from the bridge on the Missouri side and walk.

This is the entrance to the bridge from Illinois.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is a pedestrian’s view of the bridge.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe bridge is unique because of a 22 degree bend in the middle.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThere is some memorabilia on the bridge from the old days when it used to serve road traffic.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAYou find this rusted sign at the Missouri end of the bridge.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThere also is a small rest area on the Missouri side of the bridge.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is what the entrance to the bridge from Missouri looks like.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe next few pictures are from the bridge.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe pictures below were taken from one of the trails on Chouteau Island.  The first picture also shows a water intake from the river, and the new Chain of Rocks bridge that carries Interstate 270 across the Mississippi.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

A Window Into Our Travels

For this week’s challenge, I scrambled around looking for any and all pictures taken during recent travels that could be relevant to the theme of windows, regardless of the context in which the theme could be invoked.  The result could appear to be somewhat scattershot. Perhaps the real unifying theme is that these pictures a part of larger stories that appear elsewhere in my blogs.

During our recent visit to New England, we stayed one evening at a lovely Bed and Breakfast establishment in Gorham, NH.  I wandered around early in the morning, taking the following pictures that showcase some of the windows in this old home.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe following pictures were taken during the same New England trip in Tip-Top House, which used to be a hotel right at the top of Mt. Washington in NH.  The entire facility still exists in its original form even though it is not in use today. The windows here seemed somewhat small.  Perhaps they are that way in order to minimize the loss of heat.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe following pictures were taken from the window of my plane on my way to the Canadian Rockies for a six day bike ride.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe following pictures were taken from the window of our van as we drove into Jasper National Park in the Canadian Rockies for the start of the bike ride.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThese last pictures was taken during the rescue operation after the bike ride, during my train ride from Edmonton to Toronto on The Canadian.IMG_20170804_094454299IMG_20170805_154810189_HDR

The Last Leg Home

As if the three days on the train to Toronto were not enough, we had one more whole day of traveling to deal with to get home from Buffalo. We were up early enough the next morning, but took a little while to get going.  A quick stop for breakfast at a Starbucks, and we were on our way.  We could not take too much time getting home because we had time constraints at the end of our ride.  We wanted to avoid paying for an extra hour on the car rental (at $100 per hour) and Tom needed to make his flight home.

Having visited the northwestern corner of New York State many times in the past, I thought I would be familiar with the route to take from Buffalo to get back home.  I was mistaken.   Instead of a highway, we took a local road heading down south through the countryside.  It was a beautiful ride, especially at this time in the morning.  It occurred to me that this was quite a different kind of beauty from what I had experienced  in Canada.

We only made a couple of stops along the way, one for gas, at Lewis Run, PA,IMG_20170806_102217074IMG_20170806_102242995and the other for lunch at a place called Family Chill and Grill near Bald Eagle, PA.IMG_20170806_123339525IMG_20170806_125550174We got on to Interstate 99 after lunch, and I was feeling good enough to give a lecture about how the numbering of this highway violated the numbering convention as far as interstates were concerned.  (It took a politician and political action to make that happen.) I was also reminded that Altoona, a place along this highway, was a railfan destination.  Soon we were in Breezewood, PA, and on a familiar interstate highway, on our way home.

We were slowed down closer to home due to heavy traffic and barely made it back in time.  I retrieved the key to the house from a neighbor as soon as we got home.  (Fortunately they were around!)  Jesse and Christina immediately departed to BWI airport to return the rental car. They were a little late in returning the car, but the agent was nice enough to waive the extra charge.  Tom immediately called a Uber to take him to DCA airport.  He was able to get on his flight.  Jesse caught a flight to California early next morning.  And Christina stayed home for a few more days to take care of me.

It has now been a few weeks since I got back from the trip to Canada, a trip during which my return home was delayed by a week. Life is returning to a different kind of routine these days.  The day after we got back I was able to see the doctors here in Gaithersburg about my injuries.  I had a hard splint put on my left hand for the fracture of the metacarpal bone, a splint that  stayed on for three weeks, and which made it more difficult for me to do things, but which did nothing in the end to reset the broken bone.  The doctor now thinks it best to leave things the way they are if I do not have any pain and if I have no loss of functionality.  We’ll have to wait and see.  But now that the splint is off, I can at least do things around the house.  The road rash on my left side has healed for the most part.  Even the shoulder injuries look good these days.  It will be a while before the broken ribs are back to normal, and that is when and I can try to do much more with my left hand.  A new complication was the discovery of an AC separation of the left shoulder, a condition whose discovery seems to have eluded all the doctors along the way, until I diagnosed the situation myself at home and confirmed it with the doctor last week.  This might need some additional attention going forward. Hopefully there is nothing else latent lurking in the system waiting to raise its ugly head.  Que sera sera.

Well, this will probably be the end of this particular thread of blogs.  A final thanks to all of you helped me along the way both physically and mentally, and an apology to those whose lives and mental well-being I disrupted in any way along the way.  I owe all of you.

And now back to our regular programming!

Travels With My Brother – A Delivery in Toronto

Our third morning on the train found us stopped at some location I could not identify. IMG_20170805_073451787The time was about 8:30am.  Shortly after, I noticed passengers walking outside.  IMG_20170805_083734660My guess was that this was a train station.

A few freight trains went by while we waited at this location.  An hour and a half later the train moved slowly to another location not too far away where I saw this sign.IMG_20170805_100631291The train then started moving forward as if it were going to depart the place and then stopped.  If only they could make up their minds!  It then returned to this station at around 11:00am. IMG_20170805_105902917Apparently somebody on the train had had an accident and broken a hip. The person had to be taken off the train.  When the train finally departed Sudbury Junction, it had lost what little time it had made up the previous night. By then it was about ten hours late.

I did join others for breakfast for the first time during this ride.  Met up with a young couple who were from different parts of of Europe, countries in the east and the west.  They were used to traveling all over the world.  The train ride they had enjoyed the most was the one in South Africa.  It turned out that their main complaint with the Canadian was the fact that the timing was predictable.  That was what I heard consistently from other people that we dined with.  Their main issue, and ours, was the inability to create reliable plans for their destinations.  Some had connections to make to other places.

We showered that day on the train (finally!) in preparation for our arrival in Toronto later in the evening.  It was also time to change the dressing on the wounds on my left arm for the first time since we started the trip.  Tom had to do it.  He remembered the procedure but the process itself did not do him any good.  Concentrating on the effort of completing the dressing was too much for him.  He had been feeling good in the morning, but the effort set him back.

Meanwhile, the rescue party from the US were on their way to Buffalo.  They had started the previous day and had run into their own share of adventures.  They had booked a car with a rental agency, only to be told when they arrived there that there was no car really available.  They decided to try their luck at another place, and fortunately a car was just being returned at that time.  They jumped at the offer to rent that car.  The escape plan could have become even more complicated without this car.  Christina and Jesse were also arranging a place for us to stay that night in Buffalo.  Because of the proximity to Niagara Falls, prices for hotel rooms were quite exorbitant, but they managed to find a place that would do.  The only matter now left was to coordinate times of arrival in Toronto, a challenge under the circumstances.

Tom had given up on flying out of Toronto.  There was no way the train was going to get there on time. In addition to the idea of flying out of Buffalo, he was also considering coming down to Gaithersburg with us and flying out of one of the DC airports.  He had been doing a lot of research in this regard on the train.  The Gaithersburg option was less expensive, but he would have to be in good shape to travel in the car.  Both options would get him home in time.  In the end he decided to travel with us all the way to Gaithersburg.

Since the train had originally been scheduled to arrive in Toronto in the morning, lunch that was served in the dining room ended up being an improvised effort.  The chef managed to produce three fresh entrees to choose from. The staff did a great job under the circumstances.  I learned that the train was supposed to head back from Toronto to Vancouver the same evening, and that the staff who had accompanied us on this trip were supposed to work the train going back.  This meant that, because of the delay,  they were not getting a long break in Toronto.  That must be tough.

I took more pictures of the landscape along the way as we approached Toronto.  It was quite cloudy.IMG_20170805_153052648_HDRIMG_20170805_153718131IMG_20170805_153949579_HDRWe rolled into Toronto a little after 6pm.  Our rescuers had been trying to get updates on the estimated time of arrival of the train from us and from Via Rail through the day.  Jesse seemed to have left Buffalo at a good time to pick us up and was on his way. We took the nearest exit we could find out of the train station and walked out onto Front Street and got in touch with Christina.  We were instructed to cross the road and wait in front of the Royal York Hotel. IMG_20170805_181614815_HDRIMG_20170805_181629428_HDRJesse arrived in the red corolla that we had been advised to look out for a few minutes later.

We quickly packed ourselves into the car.  A message was was broadcast that the package had been picked up successfully!

We made a quick getaway from the city and headed towards Niagara Falls to cross the border into the USA.  We grabbed some food from a Subway along the way.  Tom was already feeling good enough to eat and we both had good appetites.

The immigration officer at the border asked about the purpose of the trip when Jesse handed our passports to him.  “A rescue mission,” Jesse said.  The dressing on my arm was enough to convince him.  The officer asked if I was bringing anything back from Canada.  He then laughed and said that I probably left some skin behind in Canada.  Not only skin, but some flesh also!  I told him that I was only bringing back some gravel from Canada.  He smiled.   For some reason this seemed funny at that time.

Christina was waiting for us at the motel.  We were tired.  We crashed out!

As a postscript to this part of the adventure, I should make it very clear that I would not have made it this far without Tom.   Traveling in my condition was not a easy exercise.  Tom was always there making sure I was OK.  He was the one who did all the planning.  He was the one who had to do the heavy lifting.   He was the one who even had to cut my steak one night at dinner when I foolishly ordered something that had been recommended by others but was difficult to handle.  Thanks for everything man!

Last stage of our travels here.

Travels With My Brother – A Second Full Day On The Train in Canada

The train was pulling into a station when I awoke the next morning. Through the window I saw a somewhat dramatic building in the distance with the sun rising behind it.  I had the momentary thought that I should raise myself out of bed and take a picture or two.  Perhaps we were in Winnipeg.  But the spirit proved to be weak.  I flopped back into bed.  When I next opened my eyes, the sun had risen completely, and the train was beginning to move once again.

It was only much later that I realized that I had made a mistake not making the extra effort to wake up at the station to do some exploring.  We had indeed stopped at Winnipeg, the half way point of the entire train ride.  This was where the train was supposed to stop for almost two hours, and the entire crew for the train changed over for the rest of the journey.  The building I had seen earlier was the Canadian Museum for Human Rights.  And the train had actually stopped well within the city limits as opposed to the outskirts of the city, as it had done in Edmonton and Saskatoon. And Union Station was actually a National Historic Site. Oh well.

It is worth noting that the train was now over 9 hours late.  We should have actually passed through Winnipeg late last night.

We missed breakfast once again.   When I went looking for food, I found muffins in the activity/lounge car instead of the the crackers and biscuits of the previous morning.IMG_20170804_094454299.jpgThe muffins were too sweet for me.  Somehow, I did not think Tom would enjoy them.  Based on the success of the previous day’s “breakfast” delivery, I asked the attendant for the car (who had just boarded in Winnipeg) if she had any of yesterday’s items.   When I told her that this was for my brother who was experiencing motion sickness, in addition to finding what I was looking for, she added ginger ale to my supplies.  She also said that she would also notify our carriage attendant.  Sure enough, the attendant appeared at our door some time later to give us another bag full of stuff for Tom to consume, including a second can of ginger ale!  The staff on this train were on top of their game!

We crossed over from Manitoba into Ontario shortly after we left Winnipeg.  The landscape was beginning to change.  There were lakes all around us.IMG_20170804_094555942Some time after crossing into Ontario, the train drew to a stop at what looked like a little village on a lake.   The sign on the building said Malachi.  There were actually people waiting to board the train at Malachi.  We learned that in some parts of Canada the train was the only lifeline available, and that you could call ahead of time to have it stop to pick you up.  (Looking at a schedule, I saw 14 such possible stops between Winnipeg and the next big station, Sioux Lookout.)IMG_20170804_100550090Tom was actually feeling better that morning, well enough to sit up and take videos.IMG_20170804_110636502Here is some more of the scenery.IMG_20170804_131347516But I was once again on my own for lunch since Tom was still not feeling completely up to it.  I mentioned Tom’s travel troubles to the maître d’ (who I had met for the first time earlier that morning) in the dining room.   She offered her sympathy and from then onward always inquired about Tom whenever I showed up at the dining room on my own.  I also happened to mention Tom’s motion sickness to my lunch companions that afternoon, an older retired couple from Vancouver, originally from Scotland.  The missus looked very concerned, and immediately began suggesting a bunch of remedies, including some medicine for motion sickness (it was not Dramamine), and things like ginger to chew on, and even ginger ale. She immediately stopped the waitress to ask if they had any of what she was suggesting.  Unfortunately, they only had ginger ale.

In addition to the usual talk at the dining table about my physical condition, I had a delightful conversation with the folks from Vancouver about their hometown. I also mentioned that we had visited Scotland, and that moved the conversation in a different direction.  When the conversation at some point veered towards politics, the gentleman noted that he was not a great fan of their current Prime Minister (he is not a politician, it seems).  But both of them still declined my generous offer to exchange our leader for theirs.

I found myself walking in front of the lady who had been my lunch companion on my way back to our carriage.  Seeing the manner in which I was opening the doors between the carriages (using only my good hand!), she, a much older person than myself, stepped in front of me and opened the rest of the doors (she was quite strong!) until we got to her carriage.  That was very nice of her.

The hope had been to complete the rest of the rescue plan to get me home that day.  If the gentle reader remembers this topic from an earlier blog,  there was the last minute realization that Christina could not cross the border and return back to the US because her passport had expired.  Somebody else had to be roped into the mission.  To add additional uncertainty to the situation, this was the day when our network connectivity began to fall apart.   We could not communicate effectively with folks involved in the planning to get messages across because the mobile network became unreliable.  But we worked at it, waiting to get to stations where there was a better likelihood of there being a communications tower to establish temporary connectivity.  We made progress.

Enter Jesse, Christina’s fiance.  He volunteered to postpone a trip he was making to the West Coast to visit his family by a few days so that he could make the drive to Toronto to rescue me.  That seemed to be the only realistic option at that point.

In the end Jesse actually came all the way home to Gaithersburg after picking us up from Toronto. He flew to the West Coast a couple of days later than originally planned out of an airport in the Washington DC area.  That was very considerate of him. Thanks, Jesse!

We also began to realize that in spite of the massive difference in time between our scheduled arrival time in Toronto in the morning and Tom’s scheduled flight to Dallas from Toronto in the late evening, there was a good chance that he was not going to make the flight. He was already beginning to think about alternatives to get home.  He was thinking about riding with us in the car from Toronto, and being dropped off on the way in Buffalo, NY, from where he could catch a flight home.  This particular issue would not get resolved until the next day, the last day on the train.  The biggest problem was that we did not know when we would get to Toronto.

Dinner that night was with the same couple that we had our first meal on the train with.  It was nice evening.  Being from Toronto, they even tried to help us by figuring out the fastest way to get from the Toronto train station to the airport if that option was still realistic.  The only way that was going to happen was if the train made up some of the time it had lost that night.

We went to bed with things still up in the air.

Here are some random pictures taken from the train that day.  The scene below was repeated many times as we stopped to let the freight trains by.IMG_20170804_182347086Before dinner we decided to take a walk to the dome car at the back of the train. The sun was beginning to set.IMG_20170804_200312131The people who had bought the most expensive tickets on the train had first dibs at these seats.IMG_20170804_200734381_HDRFeel the motion of the train!IMG_20170804_200829654More sunset shots.IMG_20170804_200836144_HDRIMG_20170804_200852200IMG_20170804_201638183_HDR

The next day’s adventures here.

Travels With My Brother – The First Full Day On The Train

I have been a great fan of trains all my life.  As a child growing up in India, I was so obsessed with trains that I would even spend hours looking at railway timetable books trying to understand how train schedules fit with each other.  I knew all about the major trains in South India at that time.

With that background, it should not be a surprise to the reader that I would consider the experience of traveling across Canada on the Canadian something special, a unique lifetime opportunity to be taken advantage of even if the circumstances of the ride were not ideal.  It was not surprising that I had easily fallen asleep to the rocking beat of the train that first night on the train. It was a comforting feeling to me.  Besides, I had been exhausted!

The Canadian is considered Canada’s signature transcontinental train ride. You cross the country in a historical train consisting of stainless steel stream-liner cars built in the 1950s (last refurbished earlier this century) over a span of four days.  The train includes dome cars for viewing the scenery, and luxury cars for high-end travel.  Motive power is provided by powerful diesel electric locomotives that have been refurbished in recent times to further increase their power and efficiency.  The train is capable of high speeds when allowed.  I was told that this can happen in the night when they are trying to make up time.  The dining experience on the train is excellent. They also have on-board activities to keep you entertained when you are not simply relaxing, looking out of the window, or reading a book.  A trip on the Canadian is ideal for folks who are not in a hurry.

It was late in the morning when I finally woke up to the rhythm of the rails. It was too late to go to the dining car for breakfast.  Tom was still asleep.  Looking out of the window, I noticed that it was a sunny morning and that we were speeding past fields in the prairies.IMG_20170803_075513221We had probably already crossed from Alberta into Saskatchewan province during the night. I was told that the yellow in the fields was from the flowers of the canola plant (called rapeseed in other places).

I managed to drag my cracked body out of bed without too much pain.  I took stock of the space that we were in.  It was certainly tight with the beds open. We actually had to leave some of our bags on the beds while sleeping.  We had a little sink in front of us with a piece of wood hanging in front of it that would fold over the sink to create more space when it was not in use.  There was a little toilet behind a closed door.  Its vacuum flush was quite effective.   The shower was a shared facility at the end of the carriage.  (They provided you with a package of towel, soap, and shampoo if you wanted to use the facility.  It was actually quite good, and I took advantage of it on our last day on the train shortly before we disembarked.)  There were a couple of plug points in the room to charge your electronic items, but there was no wifi signal anywhere on-board.  You were dependent on proximity of the train to mobile communications towers for network connectivity.

I brushed my teeth (still using my knees to adjust my height), put on my shorts and sandals, and began walking towards the skyline car in search of some food.  The corridors were narrow with just enough space for one person to walk through comfortably.  You had to steady yourself with your hands to maintain your balance while walking.  The vestibules between the carriages were all closed in and the connections between the carriages felt quite stable even at high speeds.  It took quite a bit of effort and strength to open some of the doors to enter the carriages.

It had been a long time since I last walked through a train.  It took me longer than expected, and more effort than I had anticipated. I finally got to the skyline car. In addition to the elevated dome area for viewing the scenery around you, this car had a lounge on a lower level for relaxing, and a cafe area, also on the lower level, to grab some snacks and drinks and sit down and relax, and even read a newspaper if you so desired.  That was where I was headed.  I found some breakfast crackers and coffee, and sat down to relax. The coffee felt good.  I began to get further into the spirit of the train ride as the caffeine coursed through my system.

I walked towards the next car, which happened to be the dining car, and ran into its maître d’.   Since she was seeing me for the first time, she inquired about which dining car we had been assigned to eat in.  Upon realizing that we were new additions to her own dining room, she assigned us a seating time for our meals for that day.  (Since they do not have enough place to seat everybody at the same time, they have different people come in at different times for different sittings.)  We ended up in the last call for all meals that day.

On my way back to our cabin, I ran into an older couple from Boston in the lounging area of the skyliner. I would see them in that same location day after day, throughout the train ride, almost every time I went by.  These were the first of  the many wonderful fellow travelers we made our acquaintance with during the ride.  The dressing covering the road rash on my left hand would be the subject of an opening conversation, and  then it would shoot off in some random direction or the other.   People were sympathetic to my situation (and eventually Tom’s), and people were nice, and even helpful.

Back in our cabin Tom was stirring.  But he was not in the best of shape because of motion sickness that he was beginning to experience.  He attempted to walk towards the skyliner car to get some food, but turned back  immediately because of claustrophobia when walking through the corridor.  He flopped back into bed with his head sunk into his pillow, and he continued to stay in that position indefinitely.  I eventually took a walk back to the cafe area and brought back some food for him to consume when he felt like it.

The train pulled into Saskatoon around 2pm.  It was still a little more than 5 hours late. Since the train was going to be stopped for a while, people stepped out to stretch their legs.  It was great for Tom to feel solid ground once again.  He was beginning to feel better.  The station itself proved to be dreary place, far away from the center of town, just like in Edmonton.IMG_20170803_134244003The stream-liner cars stretched in both directions of the platform.IMG_20170803_134139987IMG_20170803_134803490I started walking along the platform.  I noticed this young man taking advantage of the break to do push ups beside the train.  I also noticed that the sanitation truck was busy removing the sewage from the tanks in the carriages, one carriage at a time, and decided that this gave me enough time to walk to the front of the train.IMG_20170803_135935872_HDRIMG_20170803_140006801_HDRThe F40 engines looked magnificent in the midday sun.

Once the train got moving, Tom and I went to the dining car to join the third sitting for lunch that day.  As with every meal we experienced on this train, we were seated across the table from other random folks from the ride.  We met a young couple from Toronto who were returning from their honeymoon.   The condition of my left arm was an easy way to open up the conversation.  The young lady, who was of Filipino descent, had traveled all over the world.  It was only when we were departing the diner car that I realized that she moved around on only one leg. You would never guess from talking to her.  The young man, who appeared to be of Caucasian descent, was smart and accomplished.  He had his commercial pilot’s license, but he worked for a security software firm.  He knew stuff, including everything about the train and transportation in general.  He had his camera with him and would occasionally point out different things outside the carriage and take pictures.  You could see that the two cared for each other.

And the food was fresh and outstanding! I even had some wine. We enjoyed the meal thoroughly, and the circumstances in which it had been consumed.IMG_20170803_153026329_HDRBack in the cabin planning was underway for the trip beyond Toronto.  We had good network connectivity at this point.  We were in touch with Christina. The plan was for her to rent a car in Massachusetts and drive to Toronto to pick me up from the airport.  Tom would fly back to Dallas from Toronto.  Things started going haywire when Christina realized at the last moment that her passport had expired.  We ended the day without finding a solution to that particular problem.

Some time during the day the carriage attendant came to our cabin to fold away our beds.  We were expecting to see a bench that looked like the one on Indian trains after the process was complete.  Instead, we had two individual chairs that still took up space. The full beds had actually been moved completely out of the way above the cabin and to its side.  We found that the arrangement was actually not very convenient.  It did not really open up that much more space in the cabin, and it was not possible to lie down if one wanted to.  This was the only day we asked for this particular service.  We preferred to leave things in the “bed” configuration all the time.

That night we had dinner with another young couple.  The young lady was a flight attendant who was starting to look for other things to do.  She talked about her experiences over the years working for the airline.  The young man was firefighter you had dedicated his life to the profession.  He had a remarkable story.  At the age of 19, he had been hit by a vehicle when crossing the road.  He had been injured quite badly, and he even hesitated to talk about his injuries while we were eating because they were quite horrific.  Among his injuries, he had also broken his ribs and punctured his lungs badly.  But he had recovered, and at age 26 (or was it 27?), he showed no signs of his injury.  Not only that, he was quite athletic.  He was the one I had seen doing push ups on the platform at Saskatoon.  He said he had done 350 of them!  He had apparently also run 3k on the platform before the train left.  This was a good story to inspire me onward with my recovery.

I cannot remember much else from this day.  I do remember that I needed a few of the pills for the pain to be able to get through the day.  I do not remember how well I slept.  I suspect that it was disturbed, but I did get enough rest that night.

You can read about the next day on the train here.

Travels With My Brother – The Train, The Train!

Midnight came and went that day at the Edmonton train station without any sign of the Canadian.  I think there was an announcement of a possible 12:30am arrival, but nothing happened.  People did not seem surprised.  The next announcement was that the train would be there at 2:45am.  Then it was 3:15am because the train was being held up by freight traffic just outside town.  The train finally pulled into the station well after 4:00am.

It took a while for the boarding process to start.  The service manager for the train came into the waiting room, started checking boarding passes electronically, and told people with different ticket classes which end of the train they should walk towards.  We joined a few others who were traveling in “Sleeper Plus”, and began our trek along the dark and empty platform towards the back of the train.  People peeled away to their carriages along the way until we seemed to be the only ones walking onward.  Had we gone too far? There were no staff from the train on the platform to help.  It was not comforting to note that not all train doors were open either. We finally found a carriage number that seemed to correspond to the information on the boarding passes, entered the carriage, and found cabin E.  The door was open. I was so tired that I plunked myself on the lower berth immediately.  The fact that the sheets were disheveled barely registered.  Very soon, the attendant for our car appeared and said that he was not not aware that somebody was traveling in that cabin. He checked his communication device again, and realized that we had been added to the manifest for his carriage.  He apologized and requested that we wait in a seating area while he made the beds. About fifteen minutes later our cabin was finally ready.

We quickly changed and crawled into bed.  I took the lower berth because I did not think I was capable of climbing. It was about 5:20am by the time the train eased out of the station, over 5 hours late!  Tom had not slept for about 24 hours at this point.  I was in slightly better shape in some ways, but not in others.  Neither of us had eaten anything substantial in a while.  It was not a good start.

We discovered later that the on-time performance of this particular train was probably less than 40 percent, but this knowledge would probably not have changed any of our plans.  We would not even have been able to get better time estimates for the train we were currently on anyway, because Via Rail itself did not seem to have a clue!

It turns out that the passenger trains in Canada run on rails owned by the freight train companies.  The freight trains always have priority.  It does not matter how late the passenger train is running.  This particular train had been only a couple of hours late at its previous stop, Jasper, but had to wait for a bunch of  freight trains climbing the other  way from Edmonton into the Rocky Mountains.

Next chapter here.