It wasn’t dawn when we parked at the mouth of the abandoned turnpike, as I had hoped. It was after four in the afternoon. Also, it had started to rain.
Locomotives that had roared across this track were named things like Black Dinah, Moxie, and Bombazeen.
I’m keen on the railroad, I tell people who ask, because of its role in building Canada, especially here, where Confederation could not have happened without this track being laid.
Meet Henry George Clopper Ketchum, a guy with a dream.