Travelling by train is also quite exciting and fascinating with many tourists in the world. Specially, they can both contemplate scenes and relax. Therefore, we want to introduce you the greatest hidden rail trip in Canada to enjoy your holidays.
Weaving along a narrow ledge between razor-sharp mountains and a gigantic, glittering lake, the tiny, two-car Kaoham Shuttle is arguably Canada’s greatest hidden rail journey. And at just 10 Canadian dollars for a two-hour return trip, it’s also a bargain – especially if you’re a fan of both spectacular scenery and wildlife. Founded in 1912, the Pacific Great Eastern Railway (later renamed BC Rail) used to trundle passengers from North Vancouver to the northern city of Prince George, linking dozens of backcountry communities en route. But by 2002, its money-losing passenger services had all been canned – except for a daily diesel “rail bus” between the tiny western Canada towns of Lillooet and Seton Portage. When the transcontinental freight operator Canadian National Railway acquired BC Rail’s operations in 2004, this lone passenger service somehow endured. Today, the Kaoham Shuttle – a partnership between Canadian National and the Seton Lake First Nation community – remains a vital service in an area where backcountry roads are sometimes impassable, while also luring travelling train spotters who can’t quite believe their luck. I arrived at Lillooet Station after a 320km forest-and-mountain-filled drive from Vancouver. Huge, pyramid-straight mountains dwarfed the gable-roofed building, while a dozen empty train tracks striped the ground in front of us. A skeletal tumbleweed rolled across the platform just as the late-arriving train shimmied into view. Bell ringing, it screeched to a halt in front of the platform, looking like a pair of attached steel sheds on wheels. After paying my fare, I slid onto a seat in the first carriage, making sure I snagged a left-hand, lakeside spot. At first glance, it’s clear this 30-passenger train was purpose-built. The seats looked left over from an old transit bus, while the granite-coloured floor tiles seemed to come from a hardware store clearance sale. The driver sat in the front, right-hand corner, beside an engine hump that was also used as a ledge for his paperwork, packed lunch and a bottle of window-cleaner. No-one would mistake this functional conveyance for the luxury of the Orient Express. But as we rattled alongside a fast-moving river and suddenly emerged wide-eyed on the shore of jade-green Seton Lake, the scenery was no less magnificent.
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