I slept oddly on Saturday night having several odd dreams involving the Train, Northern Ontario, tour groups and anthropomorphic animal webcomics in varying degrees of realism and coherence. The Train would be more comfortable if it moved at steady rate rather than the fits and starts along with semi inexplicable long waits in the middle of nowhere.
As expected, today was a day of "trees and rocks and rocks and trees and trees and rocks...." à la the Arrogant Worms with a particular emphasis on the trees. The lack of vistas feels a bit claustrophobic. I did see a couple of trumpeter swans, but no moose.
I find the Train very sociable and have been doing a lot of chatting. I was able to give a layman's explanation of the geology of the Canadian Shield to a batch of the British tour group including their guide. It pays to be a Canadian geologist's son. ;-)
Cellphone reception has been extremely limited, so please don't hold it against me if I didn't respond to anything on Sunday. This includes in some hamlets that looked large enough to have a cellphone tower.