Chapter Five
When the train reaches the egress of the tunnel and the bright Canadian winter sun resumes illuminating the cab of the locomotive, by tradition the engineer signals the end of the unique journey with a long blast of his horn. With the acoustics of the bowl shaped valley, the resulting low moan announces to everyone within miles of the lodge the arrival and departure of guests.
Most of the departing guests recognize the sound as a signal to proceed toward the train and those concluding their first visit follow the more regular clients out the lobby door onto the ramp leading to the platform.
A half dozen male servants labor to carry luggage to the approaching train. Although the temperature is well below freezing I insist they undertake their endeavors sans covering. It’s am
