Last night we stopped at Winnipeg, which has a beautiful rotunda at the busiest station in Canada. Like Chicago in the USA, everything going across the country goes through the city. We were there for about an hour and a half, just about long enough to stretch legs especially as the temperature was a fairly benign -5°.
By the time we awoke in the morning we were well into the prairies. It’s hard to describe the sheer size and emptiness of this area. The white clouds and snow covered ground stretch into infinity and the border between them blurs until you feel like you’re floating in space and time (sorry, getting a bit poetic there. I’ll get my coat).
At the time of writing we’re in Saskatoon on a fuel stop and running about 3 hours late. This is pretty common. The railways here are all about Freight, not people and so freight has priority. We keep getting pushed into sodings while Freight trains push past. They are routinely 2 miles long and can reach 3 miles and up!