Day 239: Vancouver to Prince George
Almost at the 330-mile mark we cross Deep Creek Bridge, one of the most spectacular of all the distinctive wooden-built trestle constructions. It looks like a matchstick bridge, thin and spindly above the trees. Vertigo sufferers should probably avoid the view at this point as the line runs across the bridge, narrow and unfenced, for a quarter of a mile, over three hundred feet above the ground. It's one of the highest railway bridges in the world.
The setting sun brings one last surge of colour to this fuzzy grassland as we run the last hundred miles to Prince George.
We roll in at 9:30, an hour late over a fourteen and a half hour journey. My hotel room smells of drains, but when I mention this at reception they tell me not to worry. The whole town smells like this. And it's not drains, its wood pulp being processed, and everyone gets used to it. Sleep with my window closed.
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