By Rick Crosby, Pique Newsmagazine; The Squamish Chief; March 24, 2019
The air at the railway portal at Mile 10.58 near Horseshoe Bay smells of tar, oil and damp grass. Tangled blackberry vines and horsetails grow towards tracks neatly embedded in flat crushed rock. There are no trains coming, just a steady dripping sound that gets louder when water percolates down the jagged rock at the tunnel’s entrance. Inside the tunnel, warning signs guard grim graffiti faces stencilled onto the smooth grey and black concrete arches that dissolve into the darkness towards a tiny pin prick of light more than two kilometres away.