As the Rocky Mountaineer heads north into British Columbia, you see prime logging territory — plenty of towering trees that can provide logs to spare, and vast rivers ready to deliver them to the sawmills downstream. The whole country seems geared for a successful timber industry, and that remains true even today. As you look out the window at the landscape rolling by, it’s not unusual to see log delivery rafts floating downstream, ready to be collected.
Once you move away from the American border, though, the rivers become less placid and civilized and more . . . desperate. We go from placid logging rivers to whitewater, such as the brutal Hell’s Gate run, shown below. No wonder it earned that name.
And then . . . everything changes, in a weird and unexpected way. More on that tomorrow morning.