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Respite by RAIL Away from the holiday hurry, we find time for good food and good company
We were on the first leg of a two-day tour from Vancouver, B.C., to Banff, Alberta. While the post-holiday mood and our pre-dawn departure could have rendered us a little disoriented, the cheery nature of the journey itself and the easy jocularity of the crew put us right at ease. The free-flowing B.C. wines from the Okanagan made it even easier to let go of the world outside.
The whole thing had begun two years earlier, when my father-in-law started dropping some not-so-subtle hints that he wanted to go on a train ride. "There's a short train ride that takes you into the mountains to cut your own Christmas tree," he said. "But a real train trip would be even better." It sounded good to us; so my wife Betsy and I determined that as soon as the right opportunity presented itself, we would hit the rails with her parents.
One of the two-day tours went to Banff, a resort town perched high in the mountains, a place where, before I was born, my grandparents traveled by train. As a child, I had seen pictures of that trip and determined that the grand old Canadian Pacific hotel there, now known as the Fairmont Banff Springs, must be one of the coolest hotels on earth. I had vowed then that someday I would visit the place myself, and here was an opportunity to arrive in the way my grandparents arrived, via train. Clearly, this trip was destined to happen. We scheduled it for the day after Christmas and gave the tickets to Betsy's dad for his birthday.
By lunchtime we were rolling past Hell's Gate, watching 200 million gallons of water per minute roll through the narrow gorge named in 1808 by the explorer Simon Fraser. In the dining car, the feast continued with a loin of roasted-herb-and-mustard-crusted venison in a native-black-cherry sauce. We rolled on, past Kanaka (named for the Hawaiians who panned for gold here in the mid-1800s), Murray Creek Falls and the spot where the last spike of the Canadian National Railway was driven in 1915. That evening we arrived in Kamloops, and all of us were ushered to a dinner theater for a musical review based on the life of Canada's "Gentleman Bandit," Bill Miner. Lacking perhaps some of the subtlety and charm of the 1983 film "The Grey Fox" starring Richard Farnsworth, the play covered basically the same material in a lively way well-suited to the light-hearted nature of our journey. The second night, we did some serious dining at Banffshire Club, the most refined of almost a dozen eateries inside the hotel. Featuring game and regional foods skillfully prepared by Swiss-trained chef Daniel Buss, this place alone was worth the trip. If I had it to do over and I certainly would I think I might bring the kids, stay an extra night or two in Banff and haul in our skis.
Greg Atkinson is a Bainbridge Island writer and culinary consultant.
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