The first Viarail leg or our journey from Jasper to Prince William is from
Jasper to Prince George 233 miles, six hours, away. Jasper, Alberta,
(elev c. 3,500 ft) is certainly one of the nicest villages, with the
friendliest villagers: Two main streets; and the Viarail station within walking
distance. Clean air, silence at night, rare traffic which passes
at a snail’s pace. I heartily recommend this as the perfect getaway.
A lovely park centres the town.
Joan and I even had a cappuccino at the station, waiting for the small (4 cars)
train to take off. We had left The Canadian to begin on a different kind
of train with another quality of service. How eagerly we looked forward
to this – augmented by a small booklet produced by an attendant who knew
train to take off. We had left The Canadian to begin on a different kind
of train with another quality of service. How eagerly we looked forward
to this – augmented by a small booklet produced by an attendant who knew
the facts. Nearly two hundred travellers take each train in summer.
First we passed Moose Lake, eight miles long and soon, the attendant proudly
announced we were passing The Canadian, Via’s flagship train, coming East.
Now in B.C., we paused briefly at little Dunster; all ViaRail stations
Next major spot: Mount Robson, a world heritage site, at 12,900 feet.
One even saw some of its 9,000 sheer vertical feet.
For the rest of the trip we followed the often flat but wondrous
Fraser River Valley...
...which cuts through astounding peaks of grey granite, sleeping giants that
forgot to pull the blankets of dark green spruce up
far enough to cover their proud heads.
Flurry of excitement as the engineer spotted a bear ahead on the tracks;
we often stopped in sidings for the many freights. In economy class,
our carriage, the bathrooms were new and spotless.
We stopped for fresh air at the little train station of McBride (elev 2,400 ft), and
then kept on, along the Fraser River, beside lovely patches of wide water
where the Fraser relaxes... I could almost feel it yawn
as it reflected the friendly jackpole pines.
Finally, we arrived at Prince George, surprisingly the 4th largest city in BC
— being a rail hub and the gateway to the north, with
the forest industry predominating.
forgot to pull the blankets of dark green spruce up
far enough to cover their proud heads.
Flurry of excitement as the engineer spotted a bear ahead on the tracks;
we often stopped in sidings for the many freights. In economy class,
our carriage, the bathrooms were new and spotless.
We stopped for fresh air at the little train station of McBride (elev 2,400 ft), and
then kept on, along the Fraser River, beside lovely patches of wide water
where the Fraser relaxes... I could almost feel it yawn
as it reflected the friendly jackpole pines.
Finally, we arrived at Prince George, surprisingly the 4th largest city in BC
— being a rail hub and the gateway to the north, with
the forest industry predominating.
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