By Amanda Follett Hosgood, Today | TheTyee.ca; July 16, 2019
“Mommy, I’m booored.”
My daughter’s wail comes like a whistle announcing the passenger train that heads down the tracks toward us. We’re standing on the platform in Smithers, B.C., waiting for the train to Prince Rupert, a trip of 350 kilometres by road that’s scheduled to take six hours by rail. It notoriously takes longer. We could be riding the rails until midnight.
It’s only 2 p.m.
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