Day 19, Train Time

Jane and Steve have been very kind to me. Steve had a speech to do this morning, so was involved with that. But Jane drove me down to the train station, still on Barrington Street. Interesting that there was a cruise ship docked quite near to the station: perhaps toursim will revive old Halifax, and lead to to revival as well of this train that I am riding.



There is a kind of sadness on the train. The number of trips for this line has been cut to three times a week, from five. One quarter of the staff have received lay-off notices and are not expecting to be hired back on. And yet it is beautiful along here. We left the city along the Bedford Basin, through wonderful lake country (water levels are quite high, so there were some unexpected lakes present, as well as some roads under water.

The Shubenachadie River is not normally very large, but today resembled the Mississippi. I'm told that the water has actually gone down a bit around Truro.



As we wound our way through the lakes and swollen rivers, and flooded fields, of this part of Nova Scotia, we eventually got to the marshes around the Bay of Fundy. Many of the streams that ran through here showed the effects of the tides (it appeared to be low tide when we went through, but the muddy banks of the creeks showed the striations of tidal movement).

And there were windmills at the border with New Brunswick—probably ten or more of them.


Than to Amherst, then Sackville, and finally Moncton. I got out and took some ceremonial pictures to act as a completion of the cycle begun seventeen days ago.



And from there, we came to the Eastern Shore of New Brunswick, traveling through Kouchibouguac, then across the Miramichi (which is a larger town than I had thought), and then into the seemingly endless expanses of trees, bogs, lakes, swamps: all of it reminiscent of Northern Ontario.

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Location:Moncton