Your fearless blogger has indeed dared a train ride, but a very special one. This was the Rocky Mountaineer which slithers sensuously through Canada’s snow fields, glaciers and, oh yeah, mountains. Ten days of ooh-ing and ah-ing at gorgeous scenery, bears, elk and big horn sheep, but nearly spoiled by music, of all things.
Now I want you to understand that I am not a snob and can usually get along with just about anyone. With that proviso in mind, also note that a cluster of really drunk Aussies can spoil even the most magnificent scenery (my fault for not have noise abatement equipment – but it never occurred to me I might need it on a train, of all things). So here’s the story:
Cruising along in quiet – no train noise at all (remember this is Canadian Pacific, not Amtrak) – seated in a very comfortable, heated seat (no, really) with a glass of Canada’s Okanagan wine on the tray table, we are watching eagles and osprey enjoying themselves dipping and swooping above us and various ungulates grazing calmly on mountainsides, seemingly unaware that one misstep would spell disaster and totally nonplused by the train. Occasionally, we descend to the dining car and you know what they say about train food: fattening and utterly delicious. Blueberry pancakes made with fresh berries, salmon that the day before was leaping in the frigid river. Does it get any better?
Ten days of ooh-ing and ah-ing at gorgeous scenery, bears, elk and big horn sheep, but nearly spoiled by music, of all things.
Well, it was still a memorable trip and I really hope that none of our traveling companions went overboard on their subsequent Alaska cruise (or were put out on a glacier to reprieve Waltzing Matilda). As we went along, I thought of the wonderful music of Sibelius and Grieg. They who were accustomed to snow and glaciers and could transcribe this scenery into immortal music. And now that we’re back in good ol’ H&H (that’s hot and humid) Texas, I think I’ll put the mostly magical train trip in my memory bank and turn my attention to anticipation of a truly sterling set of performances I will thoroughly enjoy come SACMS’ silver anniversary season. Please do look at the web site, SACMS.org, to see the wonders in store. If you should hear any faint strains of Waltzing Matilda, just have a nice glass of wine and ignore the Philistines.
– E Doyle