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On a Train Ride Across Canada...

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Self-deprecation: because the world really doesn't need any more unbridled egos...

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

Family Vacation, Canada, July 2019

I am on a train headed east, somewhere between Vancouver and Toronto in the Canadian Rockies. My wife, son and I just finished another fantastic gourmet lunch in the dining car and are headed back to our berth and seating area to read, play video games, perhaps take a nap. As we are making our way back to our car, I decide I want to check out the view from the dome car instead and let them know I’ll catch up in a little while.

View from the seat of a Skyline dome car

View from the seat of a Skyline dome car

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

When I reach the dome car, it is nearly empty save for a friendly gentleman wearing glasses, maybe ten years younger than me, sitting at the top of the stairs near the front of the compartment. He does not speak but acknowledges me with a smile as I pass him and settle into a window seat in the rear third of the car.

The Canadian Rockies are spectacular in mid-July: evergreens abundant, landscape a lush green, mountains nearly devoid of snow. Occasionally, it is possible to see wildlife in the mountain scenery as we roll by. One day, during a routine stop to let higher priority rail traffic pass, we even had the good fortune to see a large grizzly bear ramble on by. He was maybe a third of a mile away, completely oblivious to us, but his presence created a buzz on the train and most everyone aboard scrambled to a nearby window to capture a grainy cell phone shot.

Beautiful Canada through the window of a stopped train

Beautiful Canada through the window of a stopped train

Grizzly!

Grizzly!

Time for a Nap

On this day, there are no stops while I’m sitting in the dome car. Indeed, it’s utterly serene and quiet, other than the clickety-clack, clickety-clack of train wheels on railway joints. As the train moves rapidly along it rocks gently, rhythmically, side-to-side, a giant rolling aluminum rocking cradle. Soon I am sleeping with my cheek and ear pressed against the dome’s rounded glass window.

I’m startled from my siesta by a group of raucous teens clamoring up the stairs and entering the dome car. How long I slept is not clear, though sleep I surely did...and hard, too. I know this because I have to wipe drool from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. The teens take no notice of me or my slobber, instead settling into seats in groups of two in front of, across from and behind me, scattered throughout the dome. It’s then I notice the man in the second row is no longer in the car. As I look around to watch the teens pinch one another, laugh in exaggerated, rowdy fashion, knock each others’ ball caps off…and just generally behave like teens and do those teen things we all used to do, I wonder if the man left because I was snoring or because he heard these young folks coming. Either way, he’s not here anymore and I can’t help but think he may have made the wiser choice.

In exchange for the train ride, musicians provide live music twice daily on these VIA Rail trips across Canada

In exchange for the train ride, musicians provide live music twice daily on these VIA Rail trips across Canada

Who? Me?

With the change in atmosphere, I decide I will listen to some music while I look out the window and watch the Rockies go by. I pull from my backpack a Bluetooth LG Tone headset my niece gave to me the year my mother died, turn it on, place the buds in my ears. I decide I want to listen to “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd. It’s one of my favorites, a song that reminds me of my youngest daughter, and one I heard in a live performance by our onboard entertainer just the day before.

As the music starts to play, I find it somewhat difficult to hear, so look down and begin fiddling with the volume on my iPhone; one click, then two, then multiple click, click, clicks upward. When I am at last comfortable the volume is about right, I look up and notice that every teenager in the car has stopped talking, stopped roughhousing; indeed, they all have their eyes trained on me. Some of them are smiling, some laughing out loud, one girl uses both hands to point to her ears, then goes through the motion of removing a pair of imaginary headphones. Then she nods and smiles, waves at me, turns to the girls seated next to and across from her and all four laugh hysterically.

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Now I Wish I Wasn't Here...

Slowly and deliberately, not looking at any of the young folks around me, fearing what I already know is the awful truth, I reach up and remove the earbuds one by one. When my ear canals are no longer blocked, I can hear plainly and clearly David Gilmour singing about lost souls and fishbowls. I quickly press pause on my iPhone then look up, look slowly around, put forth a sheepish smile for my rail car mates. Then summarily scoop up my backpack and leave.

During the day, the berth is a seating area and can also have a table set up between seats for board games and cribbage and the like

During the day, the berth is a seating area and can also have a table set up between seats for board games and cribbage and the like

In the evening, while passengers are eating in the dining car, the seats are converted by train employees to bunk bed style sleeper berths

In the evening, while passengers are eating in the dining car, the seats are converted by train employees to bunk bed style sleeper berths

It Could Have Happened to Anybody, Really...

On my return to the berth, I find my wife and son sitting across from each other playing cribbage. I share my story with them, ending with, “...and it could have happened to anybody, really.”

They exchange glances and nod knowingly at each other. My wife says, “I see.” And they go back to playing cards.

I then settle into the seat next to my son, lean in for a look at the scoring board. “Who’s winning?” I ask, and in return receive simultaneous disgusted eye rolls above straight lipped mouths.

“I think I’ll go read a book,” I say, as I rise, grab my backpack and move to the seating section across the aisle.

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

Beautiful Canada through the window of a moving train

The view from the train window is very pretty at night, too

The view from the train window is very pretty at night, too

© 2020 greg cain

Comments

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on April 04, 2020:

Thanks also to you, Ann, for stopping by and reading. I would so love to ride a train in Oz myself! We vacationed there some number of years ago, but not on a train. Sounds so much fun. Be well.

Ann Carr from SW England on April 04, 2020:

Great story! I love trains like these and hope to ride across Canada one day. Have done the Ghan and the Indian Pacific in Oz, so the only one left that appeals in the Canadian.

Thanks for following me and your kind comments.

Ann

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on April 01, 2020:

Hahaha! Kyler, that's a great story, too. We did handle it differently, for sure. Still, you didn't get hassled over yours, and every time I saw one of those teens on the train, I felt like maybe they were snickering at me under their breath. Haha! Oh, and I like that song Poker Face, too. Anyway, these both are examples of what I'd call self-critiquing life events: This type of thing shan't ever happen to either of us again!

Kyler J Falk from Corona, CA on April 01, 2020:

You certainly handled that a lot better than I handled a similar situation I went through in Chemistry class my sophomore year of high school.

'08 or '09, sitting in chem class taking a final, had recently put Lady Gaga on my phone before turning the music off for class. Teachers forced us to remove our headphones, and I always carefully wrapped mine and put them away after unplugging them from the phone so they wouldn't get tangled or ruined. Well, somehow the play button that popped up on the screen got pressed in my pocket.

"P-P-P-Poker face, P-P-Poker face! Ma Ma Ma Ma!" blares out over the silent room and everyone starts cracking up. I tried to take my phone out and pause it but it fell to the floor, and I was panicking with embarrassment. A big, muscly, football jersey wearing guy like me fumbling for my phone now blaring Lady gaga....

Once I got hold of the phone I threw it against the ground and it exploded, all the laughing stopped as I continued my stoichiometry. Definitely could have handled it better, but luckily no one hassled me for it later!