It was a gorgeous trip to Lytton, clear and bright.
Among other things, I attended the Canadian Pacific Christmas train. This is a yearly event, a train that winds its way along the tracks, stopping at small towns. One of the cars opens like magic and a band appears, plays some seasonal songs and carries on to the next place. It’s a big time fundraiser for local food banks, there are speeches, there are thanks given, and mostly, there is minus fifteen (celsius that is with a wind chill of much colder) boogie-ing. The band was The Odds and it was fun!
This last shot was taken by merely turning around at the performance site. The village of Lytton, with the Fraser River beginning to ice up in the background.
(It’s good to drop Scrooge tendencies sometimes. When one does that, one discovers things. For example, you can dance like mad in layers of wool and big boots. You may not be able to identify your partners thanks to toques and scarves and other face coverings, but that just adds to it. )