One morning we left Ottawa after breakfast for Québec across the Ottawa River for Gatineau. We had a reservation for the steam train to Wakefield. As I have been doing (thus far to no complaints), I took my camera.
We bought tickets at a small building surrounded by gardens of blooming flowers while the engine was being prepared at the head of the train.
Our reservations where for a small four-person cabin in the coach Club Riviera.
As we got underway, the city quickly gave way to Birches and Aspen and White Pines and Red Pines and grass and blooming wildflowers and the Gatineau River running alongside the tracks.
To be continued…