We had a peppy Toyota Camry to lug us up into the mountains, but this freight train was left to lumber slowly along the somewhat treacherous route.




As we pulled alongside the train, Ewen grabbed this shot of the driver, who had moments earlier responded to Ewen's arm-pumping motion with the time-honoured response of a blast from the air horns.




When we arrived at our destination, Hell's Gate, we had to cross a pedestrian bridge over the highway so as not to get smushed by passing cars. Ewen raced ahead, while Emma and I were left to wonder if we really wanted to cross the rickety old planks.




Safely on the other side, with a nice valley backdrop.




The main attraction at Hell's Gate is on the other side of the river, down at the bottom of the valley. To get there, you need to ride on a tram and this young boy was loudly and firmly refusing. "Are you scared?" "You're darned right!" Just then someone moved in the tram and the whole thing shifted, making a loud metallic creaking noise. It was comedy gold.

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