When I left Canada for Texas in late October, my focus was simply on horses, experiencing Texas and being fiercely independent. The NCHA Cutting Futurity was calling, and I was ready to immerse myself in the heart of the cutting horse world. What I didn’t expect was for this trip to take a turn that would alter my plans a touch.
In the midst of the long days and late nights at the Futurity, I met someone who completely shifted my perspective. We clicked instantly, and suddenly, my Texas experience wasn’t just about chasing my horse dreams – it was about new friends and possible experiences too. Before I knew it, I found myself invited to their family Thanksgiving, my very first American Thanksgiving.
Let me tell you, Thanksgiving in Texas was something else. Southern hospitality is real, and this family embodied it in every way. The food was incredible, but one dish stood out: sweet potato mash with cinnamon, brown sugar, and toasted marshmallows on top. At first glance, I thought, “Is this a dessert or a side dish?” But one bite and I was hooked. It was sweet, savory, and everything I didn’t know I needed on my plate. That dish alone could have won me over, but the kindness and warmth of the family truly made it unforgettable.
As Thanksgiving passed, I found myself longing for more time in Texas. On a whim, I booked a flight to return for Christmas. It was a spontaneous decision, but one that felt absolutely right. The excitement of coming back to Texas and spending the holidays with this newfound connection outweighed any second thoughts. That said, it did mean my goodbyes to my Canadian friends were rushed. I barely had time to process leaving them behind. But every cloud has a silver lining, and I knew this new chapter was worth embracing.
Before I knew it, I was back in Texas, greeted in the best way possible: with Crumbl cookies. My return was everything I hoped it would be and more. I experienced a Texan Christmas and was spoiled far beyond what I could have imagined. I am incredibly grateful for every moment. Over the last six weeks, I’ve created connections with the most amazing American family, and I can now proudly say I feel like part of them.
New Year’s Eve was spent at the Stockyards – a night filled with bucking bulls, broncs, country music, and so much more. It was a true celebration of cowboy culture, and I loved every second of it. The energy, the spectacle, and the people all fueled my growing passion for the rodeo and the cowboy way of life. There couldn’t have been a better way to ring in the New Year.
As some of you may have read in my previous blog, one of the key things I knew I would miss about Canada was the snow. And guess what we had unexpectedly in Texas? SNOW! Almost nine inches of it. We spent the day making snowmen and driving the side-by-side, pulling a wakeboard-like contraption through the snowy fields. It was so much fun, and my heart felt full of love. The following day, I got to experience hunting, which was another new adventure for me. The snow-covered forests were stunning, and while I won’t delve too much into the details of hunting itself, I will say that I found the experience fascinating and thoroughly enjoyed the serene beauty of nature.
We also took a quick trip to Austin, where we listened to live music, indulged in copious amounts of delicious food, and soaked in the city’s unique vibe. Walking through Austin’s bustling streets, I found myself enchanted by its quirky charm and vibrant energy. As I browsed through various stores, I couldn’t help but fall in love with the beautiful clothing and boots on display. However, the bittersweet sting of reality hit every time I turned over a price tag and had to walk away. Despite that, the experience of exploring the city, its music, and its culinary delights left a lasting impression on me.
All in all, my time in Texas has been better than I ever could have imagined. To have come away from it with a connection that was beyond unexpected makes me feel incredibly lucky. I’ve not only found incredible people but also ones who allow me to be unapologetically myself and fully support my extravagant travel plans. Despite these amazing connections, my odyssey to traverse the world continues. Who knows? Maybe a companion will join me along the way here and there.
Driving through Banff, the snow wraps itself around the world like a soft, quiet blanket. The trees, draped in white, look as if they belong in a picture-perfect Christmas card. Each branch is delicately frosted, the snow clinging like a careful artist’s brushstroke, tracing every twig with icy precision. The weight bends the trees ever so slightly, their arms leaning toward the earth in graceful arcs, as though bowing to the majesty of winter. In the pale light, the snow glimmers faintly, turning the forest into a scene so pristine it feels untouched by time. The world feels hushed, as if holding its breath to preserve the stillness and beauty of the moment.
As the snowflakes dance down, an unexpected emotion stirs within me. It’s not sadness, not entirely – it’s more like the bittersweet feeling of nostalgia. The kind that sneaks up on you when you catch the faint scent of something from childhood, or when you hear the opening notes of an old song.
The snow takes me back to simpler times – when days were spent building snow forts, faces red from the cold but hearts warm with laughter. I see my younger self bundled up in scarves and mittens, cheeks glowing, trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue. It’s strange how something as fleeting as a snowstorm can transport you back decades, bridging the gap between the person you were and the person you are.
But this snowstorm isn’t just about the past; it’s about what I thought this winter would be. I had pictured lacing up skates to glide across a frozen lake, trying desperately to keep up with kids who would have skated circles around me. I’d dreamed of cross-country skiing for the first time, discovering how it feels to glide across open fields, and snowshoeing through silent forests.
I imagined myself awkwardly wielding a hockey stick, stepping onto the ice for a game of pond hockey. I wanted to feel the rush of chasing the puck, the sting of cold air biting my cheeks as I joined in the chaotic rhythm of the game. I’d even braced myself for the brutal yet playful shoves and jostles, the kind that send you laughing into the snowbank and make you feel like you belong.
And then there was the curiosity about true winter magic – experiencing sub-20 temperatures and testing the – to me – myth of throwing boiling water into the air to watch it turn instantly to snow. It was all part of a season I’d envisioned.
Instead, as the snow falls in this postcard-perfect landscape, those dreams remain untouched, like footprints that were never made. But even as I prepare to leave, I let myself imagine them one last time, grateful for the beauty of what could have been, even if it wasn’t meant to be.
I’ve made the decision to leave Canada and head south for Christmas. Texas is calling, and I know it’s the right choice. The excitement of something new fills me with hope and a sense of adventure. Whilst I can’t help but feel a tug of emotion these feelings aren’t heavy or regretful. They’re a soft ache, the kind you carry with you when you know you’ve made memories that won’t fade. The sight of Canada in its winter glory makes it hard to let go, even though I know my journey needs to take me elsewhere.
So, as I drive through this snowy wonderland one last time, I let myself feel it all: the nostalgia, the excitement, and yes, even the longing. Life rarely unfolds exactly as we expect, but maybe that’s part of its magic.
I’ve always been the kind of person who makes a home wherever I am. I talk – sometimes too much – and I love meeting new people, learning their stories, and sharing my own. My time in a small town in central BC is proof of that. I met incredible friends, created memories I will cherish forever, and grew so close to some people that they now feel like family.
Leaving behind such amazing people is never easy. There’s a certain ache in saying goodbye to those who have become such a special part of my life. But I take comfort in knowing they’ll remain a part of my story, no matter where I go.
This time has reminded me that no matter where I find myself, I will always seek out the good, embrace the adventure, and connect with the amazing people who cross my path. That’s the beauty of this journey – each place leaves its mark, and each connection becomes part of who I am.
For now I will leave Canada behind me as I embark on the excitement of this new journey. I’ll carry the memories of the people who made this place so special, knowing that no matter where I go, I’ll find the good, make new connections, and create moments to cherish.
After spending a few days in the car, barreling down endless highways towards Texas, I found myself in a spiral of uncertainty about my life. I mean, what am I supposed to do? This question, I know, is far from uncommon in your 20s, but in that moment, it hit me like a truck.
Here I am, living the dream of travelling and exploring the world, yet suddenly, the practicality of it all feels overwhelming. How do I afford this lifestyle sustainably for the next four or five years? The thought of returning to the UK and working in hospitality feels like a step backward.
I don’t want to spend my life chasing money through casual, unreliable jobs with long hours and little reward. While hospitality has been a great stepping stone, it’s not my end goal. Yet, if I keep “entertaining the temporary” by travelling and working odd jobs, what happens when I finally decide to settle down? Will I have the skills – or even the financial stability – to support the life I want?
Sitting in the car with Robin, trying not to let the lump in my throat or the tears welling in my eyes show, I sent my crisis in a series of messages to my mum and two of my closest friends. The responses I got were exactly what I needed.
Mum:
“Don’t stress too much as you will achieve. If anyone can, you can & I totally know you’ll be great at whatever you do and whenever you do it. You’ve never not applied yourself, and you’re talented across the board.”
Her words reminded me of the resilience I’ve already proven to myself over the years. From building a brand in my teens to balancing multiple jobs, I’ve always shown up for myself.
Clarissa:
“There’s no point thinking so far ahead into the future right now. Live in the moment and enjoy it. You can think about settling down when you start planning for the next step of your life, but you’re not there yet. Take a breather.”
She’s right. I’m not at the point where I need to have all the answers. Why am I trying to plan the rest of my life from the passenger seat of a car?
Grace:
“I completely understand, but you’re so young. Most people don’t have any clue what they’re supposed to do yet. The beauty is, you have so many options. You’re Zoë – you can literally do anything. Skill sets are learned on the job, and you’ll end up where you’re meant to be. Life is way too long to start worrying about settling down right now.”
Grace’s words hit home. I do have options. I’ve built a foundation of skills – through travel, work, and creative projects – that I can carry with me. And who says I need to have everything figured out right now?
So, while the uncertainty is still there, I’m choosing to reframe it. I don’t have to know exactly where this road leads. For now, I’m embracing the beauty of the unknown and the privilege of exploring the world. The worries will come and go, but the experiences I’m collecting along the way are priceless.
To anyone else in their 20s feeling like they’re floating without a map: it’s okay. You don’t have to have it all figured out right now. Lean on the people who remind you of your strengths, take a breather, and trust the process. Life has a funny way of working itself out.
Woke up at 7 am at the “equine hotel” in Billings, Montana – though the name oversold it a bit. In reality, it was just a barn with stalls for horses, and we parked our trailer out front, plugging it in for the night. But it was just what we needed, so all was good.
Once packed up, we hit the road again. Today’s drive was the longest leg, from Billings, Montana to Lamar, Colorado. Montana’s landscape felt endless, with open spaces of straw-colored plains stretching out beneath a bright blue sky, and horizons dotted with distant mountains.
After two days in the car, I was feeling a bit off, maybe even a bit of an existential crisis creeping in. I found myself reaching out to my mom and friends for support, grateful for my little “village” who help ground me, even from afar. And as we drove out of Montana, the beauty of the Bighorn Mountains quickly brought me back to the present. Here I was, on this incredible journey – how could my worries even compare?
We tuned into “106.9 FM Classic Country KWYO” as we cruised south along Route 87 through Wyoming, and Robin shared stories of his ranching days. Hearing him talk about cowboy life only fueled my own dream of one day joining those ranks.
The light dusting of snow turned to a decent coating as we made our way through Wyoming. I couldn’t get over the vastness of these ranch lands, picturing the long treks cowboys would make to herd cattle across these plains.
In Casper, Wyoming, we stopped to pick up some Zesterra to prevent ulcers in the horses. The store was huge, and if Robin hadn’t kept me on track, I probably would have wandered around all day. One quick stop for a breakfast sandwich (which tasted about as processed as it looked) and fuel, and we were back on the road.
Feeling pleased, I convinced Robin to let me take over the aux with a big American road trip playlist. We drove on toward Colorado, listening to classic American hits. Every so often, I’d queue up a song that got an approving grunt from Robin or a nudge to turn up the volume. Some songs would spark stories about the artists or memories Robin had, and I was in awe of how much he knew. Listening to him is like an education in itself.
As we continued south on Route 25 out of Casper, the snow melted, and the temperature shot up to a warm 12 degrees. The sun was beating down, and I ended up in just a t-shirt – hard to believe it was snowing a couple hours ago.
And then, classic road-trip chaos. While busy writing my blog, I missed a turn, which landed us in the middle of Denver’s traffic-packed freeway. The radio was off, and the air felt tense as I quietly took responsibility for the detour. Lesson learned!
After the sun set, we made a quick food and fuel stop in Limon. We tried McDonald’s first, but they were out of Quarter Pounders. So, Robin suggested we hit up Arby’s again. Traumatised from the mound of sliced beef I had yesterday, I opted for a chicken wrap, which was much better.
Finally, we got back on the road, with over 100 miles still to go before we’d reach our stop in Lamar, Colorado. Driving through Hugo, Colorado, I caught glimpses of old western buildings and a neon-lit bar, giving off the town’s quirky character even in the dark.
We rolled into the horse hotel in Lamar around 9:45 pm, but since it was late, the check-in was DIY. After a long day, we were a bit lost trying to navigate the setup. Just then, a truck pulled up, and the owner’s son, fresh from a Halloween party and still a little “festive,” came to help. A few back-and-forth calls later, we finally got someone on the line to sort things out and settled the horses in.
Exhausted, I finished a bit of journaling and crawled into bed, ready for tomorrow’s journey. Texas is finally on the horizon!
We woke up a little later than planned at Silver Slate, around 8 a.m., both of us still feeling yesterday’s drive. After sorting and loading the horses, I had a brief scare when I couldn’t find my phone (I mean God forbid what would I do without my phone?) – a small delay, but enough to throw us off for a few minutes. Once everything was squared away, we finally hit the road, heading west toward the border.
Reaching the border, we were met with a massive wait. Nearly three hours later, we finally inched up to the kiosk. Once at the kiosk though it was speedy, just 15 minutes through, in signed papers, quick glance at passports and done! We headed over to the federal vet, who was thankfully super chilled that we were running late, and also speedy.
Just like that, we officially entered the U.S. in Sweet Grass, Montana, and aimed for Billings as our destination for the night.
Since crossing the border meant bringing limited food, our first stop was Great Falls, Montana, to refuel both the truck and ourselves. Navigating the gas station with the trailer in tow turned into quite the task, especially finding a diesel pump. We eventually found one, and then Robin said I must try Arby’s for the first time.
Arby’s I have to say I am not sure won me over – the beef sandwich was a touch over-the-top. I have never seen so much beef loaded into a sandwich! It was about an inch and a half thick of beef, and that was only a double beef sandwich… just imagine the triple. It was tasty paired with some horseradish source and the curly fries hit the spot perfectly.
From Great Falls, we took Highway 87 southward, winding through a golden-lit valley as the sun began its descent. Ranches with iconic hip-roofed barns and scattered herds of horses and cattle framed the road, capturing a classic Montana vibe. As the sun slipped behind Montana’s rugged mountains, the vast landscape of open ranchlands bathed in the last light of the day.
Night driving brought its own challenges. My attempt at being the navigator was spotty; I nearly missed a turn after dozing off, which could’ve taken us off track. The secondary highway we were on had no shoulders in some stretches, just gravel and ditches. I can’t imagine that made for easy driving, especially in the dark.
As we approached Billings, the sky was clear and full of stars – a moment that made me feel grateful to be out here. Though the two days of driving had taken a toll, especially on my left side which was starting to feel pretty stiff, the scenery and the adventure kept me going.
Around 9 p.m., we pulled into our stop for the night, an “equine hotel.” A friendly lady met us as soon as we arrived, it took a bit more time settling in the horses. The stalls here were large and unfamiliar to them, but eventually, they were content. We plugged in the trailer and whipped up a quick Mr. Noodles dinner before collapsing into bed, ready to take on another day tomorrow.
Home for the next 8 weeksStocked up for the tripA beautiful sky to bid us farewellA frosty morning as we headed off
Our journey began at dawn, leaving Quesnel behind around 8am under a thick blanket of fog.
I quickly drifted into a deep sleep, waking up to find the weather transformed, with blue skies and trees capped in frosty white as we cruised into Williams Lake. Driving through the Cariboo region is always beautiful – endless pastures stretched along the roadside, dotted with cattle grazing under the open skies.
I daydream and imagine myself a character in the book I’m reading “Grass beyond the mountains” a story of discovery and endurance on North America’s western frontier.
We passed through 100 Mile House, where a fresh dusting of snow signaled winter’s arrival. Then, on to Clinton along the historic Gold Rush Trail. Clinton’s western buildings and a beautifully clad church seemed to stand timeless against a backdrop of mountains and ranchland.
We kept pushing on through Malakwa, a quaint town hugged by mountains. Snow crowned the peaks, and below them, a stunning sea of fall colors clung to the trees, reluctant to surrender to winter’s approach.
With miles of open road ahead, I slept on and off. Eventually, we entered Banff from the west, where the scenery turned into something out of a holiday postcard. Snow blanketed the landscape, transforming the mountains into serene, frosted giants. The sun dipped behind them as we continued, pressing onward toward our destination.
We stopped briefly in Golden, nestled by the Rockies, for a much-needed food break at McDonald’s – well deserved, especially for Robin, who’s doing all the driving this trip. Originally, we’d aimed to arrive at Silver Slate by 9 p.m., but delays pushed our ETA closer to 11. As I rested, grateful for my naps, I couldn’t help but admire Robin’s dedication behind the wheel, especially with thick patches of fog blanketing the road.
The last stretch was eerie yet captivating. Occasionally, the fog lifted, and glimpses of stars dotted the night sky, a quiet promise of a clear night ahead. Finally, we pulled into Silver Slate around 11 p.m., tending first to the horses, settling them in, and then getting our trailer set up. By midnight, we were ready to crash, exhausted but excited for the journey ahead.
Day one was in the books, and Texas felt just a little bit closer.
Traveling has always been a dream of mine, a chance to explore the world, meet new people, and experience life in its rawest form. But dreams, even the most beautiful ones, often come with their own set of challenges. I’ve been living in Canada almost three months now, I’ve moved in with a lovely couple in Quesnel BC. It’s an exciting adventure, but also a daunting one, as it means stepping into someone else’s life, sharing their space, and finding a balance between being a guest and a contributing member of their daily routine.
There is something incredibly enriching about immersing yourself in a completely different environment. The people I’ve met, the everyday tasks I’ve done, and the cultural differences I’ve experienced have been amazing. Each day brings something new – a lesson, a story, a moment of awe. Yet, there’s a side to this journey that isn’t always talked about, the part where you’re faced with being far away from everything and everyone you know. For someone who has always prided themselves on being independent and separated from people, this experience has thrust me into a new kind of solitude. I’m alone with myself in a way I’ve never been before, and it’s been a wake-up call.
Being in a foreign place on the other side of the world has a way of stripping back the layers, forcing you to confront the parts of yourself you’ve been too busy or too distracted to notice. For the first time, I’m realising how much I have to work on within myself. It’s been tough – my brain hasn’t been my best supporter lately, often making me feel like I’m not good enough, like I don’t quite measure up. It’s a strange feeling to be living out your dream and still have this underlying sense of self-doubt creeping in.
I haven’t written a blog in a while because I wasn’t sure what to say. It’s easy to share the highlights on social media, to put up the idyllic snapshots that fit into the dream version of yourself you want the world to see. And I think that’s why I’ve always been drawn to it. There’s comfort in curating a version of your life that feels picture-perfect, even when it isn’t. But the truth is, there are challenges, and there always will be.
What I’m learning is that the challenges are beautiful too. It’s easy to get lost in my head, to let the negative thoughts take over, but it’s all about perspective. Seeing the good in the tough moments is where growth happens. It’s where you learn who you are and what you’re made of. The hard days, the moments of doubt, the times when you feel like you’re not enough – these are the moments that shape you. They show you where your weaknesses are so you can turn them into strengths.
So, I’ve decided to embrace the discomfort, to lean into the uncertainty, and to see where it takes me. This journey isn’t just about traveling to new places; it’s about traveling inward, exploring parts of myself I’ve never dared to venture into before. I’m learning that it’s okay to not have it all figured out, to stumble and fall, and to get back up again. It’s okay to feel lost, because that’s often where the most profound discoveries are made.
I will persevere. We all will. Because that’s the beauty of the journey – being challenged, being tested, and coming out stronger on the other side. It’s not always going to be easy, but it will always be worth it. And maybe that’s what makes this whole adventure so special: the realisation that there’s so much more to discover, both in the world and within ourselves.
Here’s to more adventures, more growth, and more moments that remind us of why we started in the first place.
Every person we meet in life is a blessing, with the potential to enrich our world in ways we might never expect. Travel often magnifies this, allowing us to cross paths with extraordinary individuals whose stories and experiences leave lasting impressions. An example of this was my experience on The Canadian which allowed me to meet so many amazing individuals. Over the course of the trip the train had become more than just a mode of transportation, it was a moving community; the dining car, observation dome, and cozy lounges fostering countless conversations, laughter, and shared moments of awe at the passing landscapes.
One of the most poignant moments was saying goodbye to the friends we made during this journey. These were people from diverse backgrounds, each with their own unique stories and experiences, many were older, their lives rich with wisdom and adventures. I believe age should not deter you from holding a conversation with anyone, I find great wisdom in learning from those who have lived much longer than I, their tales filled the hours with a sense of connection and understanding that bridged our differences. This brings me to quote an extract from one of my favourite books ‘The Richest Man in Babylon’ by George Clason :
“I will tell you these things you wish to know because I am becoming an old man, and an old tongue loves to wag. And when youth comes to age for advice he receives the wisdom of years. But too often does youth think that age knows only the wisdom of days that are gone, and therefore profits not. But remember this, the sun that shines today is the sun that shone when thy father was born, and will still be shining when thy last grandchild shall pass into the darkness.
“The thoughts of youth,’ he continued, ‘are bright lights that shine forth like the meteors that oft make brilliant the sky, but the wisdom of age is like the fixed stars that shine so unchanged that the sailor may depend upon them to steer his course. “
Being open to others in our daily routines can be transformative. The magic of crossing paths with extraordinary individuals isn’t confined to distant lands and grand adventures; it’s woven into the fabric of our everyday lives.
The simple act of chatting with the cashier at the store, asking how the barista is doing while they prepare our coffee, or engaging in a conversation with an Uber driver can reveal remarkable stories and wisdom. These brief interactions, often seen as mundane, hold the potential to deepen our understanding of the world and our place within it. This is something I have definitely learned from my mother, who will chat to anyone, and whilst at certain times I have cringed at this, I now realise more than ever the value of a conversation.
In these moments, we are reminded of our shared humanity. Each person we meet carries a unique perspective shaped by their own journey, and by taking the time to listen and connect, we open ourselves to learning and growing in unexpected ways. Every single encounter, no matter how fleeting, is an opportunity to make a positive impact and to be impacted in return.
So, let’s embrace the serendipity of meeting new people, both near and far. Let’s be curious, ask questions, and truly listen. You never know who you are going to meet and what you are going to learn. Each interaction is a chance to forge a connection, to share a smile, to brighten someone’s day, and to recognise the profound blessing of every person who crosses our path.
I came across this train journey whilst researching things to do in Canada last year. I was utterly blown away by it from the get go; although I then looked at the prices and was equally blown away. For the weeks following my discovery of this journey I couldn’t shake the desire to go on board.
I sat and worked out finances – whether or not I could actually afford this- before long I bit the bullet and booked my ticket. Money comes and goes but memories are eternal, I knew that my future self would thank me for spending on this trip.
So with that I embarked on a five-day railway journey across Canada on VIA Rail’s “The Canadian” – nothing short of a majestic odyssey. This 4,466 km adventure, starting in Toronto and ending in Vancouver, was a mesmerising traverse through some of the most picturesque landscapes that Canada has to offer. From the dense boreal forests of northern Ontario to the expansive prairies, and the awe-inspiring Canadian Rockies, this journey is a treasure trove of natural beauty and human connection.
The 4.466km route across Canada
Day 1: Departure from Toronto
The journey begins in the bustling metropolis of Toronto, where Union Station stands as a gateway to adventure. Opened in 1927 Toronto union station is a landmark in its own right, it is Canada’s largest and most opulent railway station. I was directed into the business lounge where I excitedly purchased some train paraphernalia and helped myself to some of the complimentary drinks.
We soon boarded where I was shown to my car and my room. Words can’t describe the excitement that was bubbling inside me as I saw my room. I have to admit I did sit down and shed quite a few, I promise happy, tears. I was so beyond grateful to have been able to come on this journey, and feeling super proud that my hard work had paid off. Onboard, the train itself is a marvel. Via rail dates back to 1977, with its vintage charm and modern amenities, The Canadian offers a unique blend of nostalgia and comfort. The dome cars, with their panoramic windows, are perfect for soaking in the ever-changing scenery.
My room for the next five days on board.
As the train rolled out of the city, the urban landscape gradually gave way to the serene beauty of northern Ontario. Everyone quickly gathered in the dome car where we were given complimentary mimosas by our lovely hostess Melissa. The vast boreal forests, dotted with sparkling lakes and rivers, provided a tranquil start to the journey.
It was a stunning first day on board, made even better by the most amazing staff. A big thank you to Melissa our host who was wonderful, Miguel who was my attendant and Kelly. I cannot thank Kelly enough he has been working with via rail for 17 years and never failed to make me feel incredibly comfortable and make sure that I was happy.
I settled down in bed after the most delicious on board dinner, eager for what the next day would hold.
A sneak view to my neighbourToday’s itinerary
Day 2: Northern Ontario’s Wilderness
The second day is a deep dive into the heart of northern Ontario.
Not long after waking up we passed through a town called Armstrong, which was a funny coincidence as it is my last name. What was even more coincidental was the next point was a town named Collins which was the surname of one of my new friends I met on board. He was a brilliant gentlemen from Australia whom it seemed had traversed the entire globe, he had stories from all over. I was truly fascinated by him and enjoyed every moment I spent with him.
The scenery was amazing, there were beautiful forests laced with vast lakes and amazing wildlife, although I only saw some ducks at this point – I wasn’t as lucky as others, my new Australian friend had seen a moose! We crossed the border and entered Manitoba, a province with 200 lakes, some of which were formed by meteor craters and apparently offer some of the best fishing for northern pike, perch and lake trout if that is your thing.
As well as marvelling at the incredible landscape on board The Canadian was also an excellent time to start mingling with fellow travellers. The train’s dining car, serving gourmet meals, became a hub of conversation. You sat next to new people each meal, allowing a multitude of different conversations. Here, I met a fascinating array of people, each with their own rich tapestry of stories and experiences.
One lady in particular stood out for me – Josie from New Zealand. She listened attentively as I babbled on about my travel plans, offering me advice and giving me nothing but support and admiration. We quickly became close friends on this journey, and I hope to stay in touch with her as long as I can.
The train had its first stop in the capital of Manitoba, Winnipeg. Here we stopped for just over an hour, Josie and I had one mission and one mission only: to find maple sweets. These apparently were not just any sweets. They were fantastic. Josie had been told by a friend that it was imperative she bought these. Without much persuasion this sweet soon became the object of my desires also. Sadly once we arrived and scurried into the Forks Market eagerly in search of said sweets, we were slightly let down as there wasn’t any there that matched her friends description. To ensure we didn’t come away empty handed we both bought a bag of their best looking maple sweets we could find.
We wandered around the market and outside, discovering a beach which slightly confused us. Although, a beach is quite a deceiving description, it was more a lake with a man-made stretch of sand beside it. Still, we decided it was the place for an impromptu photoshoot. We then joined the others who were keen to find out whether we had found the famous sweets. We all collectively tried them and were pleasantly surprised, but not blown away, maybe the big talk had inflated our expectations slightly.
Winnipeg “beach”
We headed back on board and retreated to our rooms for some much needed rest and recuperation. I went to bed filled with warmth and serotonin from my delightful new friends and anticipation for what day 3 was going to bring.
Day 3: Crossing the Prairies
As the train left Ontario and Manitoba behind, it ventured into the expansive prairies of Saskatchewan. The change in scenery is dramatic. The dense forests are replaced by wide-open spaces. The vastness of these plains, with their endless fields of golden wheat and barley, is both humbling and awe-inspiring.
At breakfast I sat with the loveliest English couple Avril and Peter who were so supportive and excited for my future plans which just filled me with warmth and gratitude for the kindness of others. I was lucky enough to sit with them for lunch too where we shared more stories and I learnt of their incredible travels around Central Asia.
Day 3 was a day filled with meeting amazing souls and sharing stories. I explored the train and went to the other dome car, where I met a gentlemen named Brod and his wife, whom again were just lovely, and I learnt that he was born in the same area my mother lives, it really is a small world.
At dinner I dined next to a Canadian gentlemen named Jerry, who was a man of not many words, however he told me lots about his family – in particular his grandson, whom I rather gather he was trying to set me up with. He asked my age – I responded, to which he gave a nod saying “that’s good” as if confirming I was a good match for his grandson. Without warning Jerry then passed his phone across the table to Steve and with some demand, told him to take a picture, not of us but just me. I think this was to then send over to his grandson, which just made me giggle. He was a lovely gent and I can only hope that one day someone looks out for me as much as Jerry did for his family.
The third day was probably the best on board. Post dinner we participated in a wine tasting, where I’m not sure that you could call it tasting but more just wine drinking.. they were almost all full glasses! I found myself next to Josie and the other people who were on her tour.
It was just the best time, I’ve not laughed that hard in a long time. We exchanged stories of youth, travels and dildos being mistaken for baguettes…don’t ask, it was hilarious! I headed back with Josie and Mary to Josie’s ‘boudoir’ as she liked to call it, for some more wine and wholesome conversation. I will hold these two close to my heart, and savour the memories we have together, thank you both.
A desert fit for a kingSunsets and wineA late night treat
Day 4: The Majestic Rockies
Entering Alberta, the train approached the majestic Canadian Rockies. The towering peaks, snow-capped and grand, are a sight to behold. The whole train’s population had risen early, eager to watch as we entered the Rockies, scrambling for a seat in the dome car and an opportunity to snap that perfect picture of the mountains. This part of the journey was perhaps the most breathtaking, with the train winding through mountain passes and along crystal-clear lakes. I sat in awe and a slight state of disbelief of the life I was living.
The Rockies inspired endless conversations with fellow travelers. Each story, each piece of advice, each shared memory, was like a piece of a larger mosaic that painted a picture of my experience on The Canadian. The camaraderie on board grew stronger as we collectively marvelled at the natural beauty surrounding us.
It was with great sorrow that I had to say goodbye to Josie and the group I’d grown so fond of as they were getting off at Jasper. I knew that whilst these were people I had only just met, I wouldn’t never forget them and will try my utmost to stay connected to them.
I had a stroll around the picturesque town of Jasper, bought myself some souvenirs, and a coffee as I chatted with some of the lovely girls who worked on board.
The train seemed slightly different now, so many of the familiar faces I had grown to love had been replaced by new ones. Interestingly a slightly younger crowd boarded at Jasper. Many amazing people, yet part of me couldn’t help but miss the others. I spent a lot of this day deep in thought, journalling and having moments when I felt rather lost.
I think the vastness of the Rockies made me feel rather small and insignificant, but I quickly brought myself back to my upbeat and bubbly self.
Day 5: Arrival in Vancouver
The final day saw the train descending from the Rockies into the
lush, temperate landscapes of British Columbia. The journey culminated in Vancouver, a city that seamlessly blends urban sophistication with natural beauty. A fantastic setting between Pacific Coast and the dark green forests of the Coast Mountains: Vancouver is home to half the population of British Columbia.
As we disembarked, there was a sense of bittersweet farewell. The friendships forged over the five days, the shared experiences, and the collective awe of Canada’s landscapes made it more than just a journey – it was a profound life experience.
Reflections
Traveling on The Canadian is not just about the destinations but the journey itself. It’s about the slow, deliberate pace that allows for reflection and connection, the stunning vistas that unfold like a panoramic painting, and most importantly, it’s about the people – those fellow travellers whose stories and wisdom enrich your own life narrative.
In a world that often values speed and efficiency, a five-day railway journey across Canada is a reminder of the beauty of slow travel, it’s a testament to the richness of human connection and the awe-inspiring power of nature. Whether you’re a seasoned traveller or someone looking for a unique adventure, this journey on The Canadian is an experience that will stay with you long after the train has reached its final stop.
P.S. if you would like to watch some detailed clips on my journey you can find it on @zodysseyy on TikTok
My adventure began with the mighty roar of Niagara Falls, a natural spectacle that commands reverence from all who behold it. As we approached, the air thickened with anticipation, and the sound of rushing water grew louder with each step. However, nature had a playful surprise in store for us – a light drizzle of rain that danced between the mist from the falls. It was a moment of whimsy as we chuckled, trying to discern whether it was raindrops or the mist tickling our skin.
Undeterred by the weather, we embraced the enchantment of the falls, feeling the sheer force of nature’s power in every thunderous crash. As we strolled through the vibrant streets surrounding Niagara Falls, I was taken aback by the kaleidoscope of colors and lively energy that filled the air. What began as a quest to witness nature’s marvel transformed into a delightful discovery of arcade attractions lining every street. Each corner boasted bright neon signs, beckoning visitors with promises of whimsical fun and nostalgic charm. Amidst the roar of the falls, the streets came alive with the laughter of families and the thrill of arcade games, creating a tapestry of joy against the backdrop of cascading water. It was a delightful surprise, reminding me that amidst nature’s grandeur, there’s always room for a bit of playful excitement, and innovative marketing strategies! Capturing the hearts and wallets of patrons young and old alike.
And what’s a trip to Canada without indulging in a quintessential treat? At the insistence of my Canadian friends, I had my first-ever Dairy Queen experience. I was taken aback by the employees action of turning my desert upside down, confused as to what he was trying to prove, but later to learn it was obligatory for employees to do this each time someone ordered a blizzard. I however thought this young man was just having a minor glitch. As I savored every creamy spoonful, I couldn’t help but agree that it was indeed a must-try delight, although I take my hat off to anyone who can manage to indulge in, and finish the larger sizes.
After soaking in the magnificence of Niagara, we ventured to the charming town of Niagara-on-the-Lake. Here, amidst rolling fields, endless vineyards and historic buildings, we indulged in the art of wine tasting at a local winery. Sipping on different Canadian wines and indulging in a delicious wood fired pizza. I was taken aback by the vast quantity of vineyards in the Niagara region, as before my travels I was unaware of the production of wine in Canada, and the quality of it! I was pleasantly surprised, a day well spent.
Day Two: Exploring Toronto’s Harbor and Skyline
Our journey to Toronto began with a touch of mystery as the fog veiled the tip of the iconic CN Tower. Undeterred, we ventured into the city, taking in the sights and sounds of this vibrant metropolis. Our first stop? The infamous Cactus Club, which according to some of my other Canadian Friends, was the place to go. It was indeed lovely, we took advantage of their happy hour and savoured delicious bites amidst the urban buzz.
Eager to catch a glimpse of Toronto’s skyline, we made our way back to the harbor, hoping for clearer skies. As if on cue, the clouds parted just as we rounded the islands on the boat, revealing a breathtaking panorama of the cityscape that stretched before us, a testament to the city’s vibrant energy and architectural prowess. Viewing the city from the water lent a new perspective, allowing us to appreciate its beauty in a whole new light.
Next on our agenda was the CN Tower, standing tall amidst a sea of blue-clad baseball fans gathering for a game at the Rogers Centre. Ascending the tower, I was spellbound by the organised layout of the city below— in my opinion, a stark contrast to the higgledy piggledy streets of London.
From the top of the CN Tower, Toronto unfolded before us like a meticulously planned masterpiece, its skyscrapers and waterfront blending seamlessly into the horizon. As we soaked in the views, I couldn’t help but marvel at the city’s beauty and the unforgettable moments it had in store for us.
Reflecting on my whirlwind two days in Toronto, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the guidance of my Canadian friends. Their local knowledge and enthusiasm transformed my visit into an unforgettable adventure, filled with awe-inspiring sights and cherished memories. From the thunderous majesty of Niagara Falls to the glittering skyline of Toronto, each moment was a testament to the beauty and wonder of one of Canada’s vibrant cities.
A very happy Zoe with a wine flightThe most amazing family who I will always hold close to my heart.Driving around in David’s corvette listening to a Toby Keith tape
