Jackson Alexander
A Return to the Northlands
Last Fall I made the mistake of only giving the Ontario Northland a single day of my time to follow some trains around. Well, directly after that I began planning with my buddy Liam to come back up when the snow was deep and the temperatures were sub-zero. We hit Sudbury on the way up, but spent the last 5 days of our 6 day trip on the ONR. Throughout those 5 days, we never had less than 2 layers on our bodies, trudged through ankle, knee, thigh, hip, and chest deep snow, had some form of snowfall every day until the final Tuesday, and only once did we get above freezing temperatures the entire trip. My 1997 Taurus sedan was beaten to hell and back on the ice-covered rut filled roads of the north, and somehow we both came back without a scratch while climbing rocks covered in feet upon feet of snow.
Anyway! Here we have the Englehart, ON to Rouyn-Noranda, QE turn blasting it's way through the dramatic rock cut at Boston Creek. Most times I'd complain about lighting, but when the sun is the only thing keeping your mucus membranes from freezing, you just enjoy the fact that it's out.
What a fucking experience this last week was.
A Return to the Northlands
Last Fall I made the mistake of only giving the Ontario Northland a single day of my time to follow some trains around. Well, directly after that I began planning with my buddy Liam to come back up when the snow was deep and the temperatures were sub-zero. We hit Sudbury on the way up, but spent the last 5 days of our 6 day trip on the ONR. Throughout those 5 days, we never had less than 2 layers on our bodies, trudged through ankle, knee, thigh, hip, and chest deep snow, had some form of snowfall every day until the final Tuesday, and only once did we get above freezing temperatures the entire trip. My 1997 Taurus sedan was beaten to hell and back on the ice-covered rut filled roads of the north, and somehow we both came back without a scratch while climbing rocks covered in feet upon feet of snow.
Anyway! Here we have the Englehart, ON to Rouyn-Noranda, QE turn blasting it's way through the dramatic rock cut at Boston Creek. Most times I'd complain about lighting, but when the sun is the only thing keeping your mucus membranes from freezing, you just enjoy the fact that it's out.
What a fucking experience this last week was.