A few snaps from a trip by Elizabeth and I to the Montreal Biodôme.
As soon as spring comes, I want to be out and about, with and without my camera. When I have my camera with me I tend to take a lot of photos. But during spring, summer and fall, since I want to be out, I don’t spend a lot of time processing the photos I take. Every once in a while, I do find some quiet time and I catch up and publish the photos that I like.
So, enjoy …
This was my second visit to Exporail, and I’m still in love with this place. My initial visit was on August 1, 2015, almost a year ago. For my previous visit please see Exporail – Awaken Your Inner Child.
Located in Smith Falls, Ontario, the Eastern Ontario Train Museum is a small and informal museum with its own track system. The people who volunteer there are friendly and know their stuff about trains. In addition to some great exhibits inside the train station, you can walk through and climb on many of the train cars. It is worth a visit if you are in the area. And when you are there, say hello to Jack, their newest volunteer. He is a sweetheart!
Exporail (www.exporail.org), the largest railway museum in Canada, is located on the south shore of Montreal in the town of Saint-Constant, Quebec. On Saturday, August 1st, my friend Elizabeth and I paid this place a visit, and we were not disappointed – after 5 hours we were still wandering around the complex poking our noses into the various exhibits and going for many rides on a fully operation Montreal streetcar. WOW! Our inner children had a ball there.
John Molson Steam Engine Reproduction
Other Trains & Exhibits
A friend and I, both lovers of trains, recently visited the Eastern Ontario Train Museum in Smith Falls, Ontario. We picked a great day for this visit – it was overcast and cold – we were the only visitors that day and so we had the run of the museum. I have such fond memories of trains, especially the old steam engines. I spent much of my youth living next to the main train line in the Laurentians near Val David, and when we heard a train coming my friends and I would drop everything and head over to the tracks to see the train chugging by. And what kid from my generation didn’t put pennies on the tracks when the train went by – the goal was to see who could end up with the flattest penny. Sometimes we had a special treat – one of the regular engineers lived near my home and the train would stop at the local crossing to let him off at the end of his shift. We could stand next to the steam engine and watch the wheels spin as it fought for traction when it pulled away. Passenger or freight, it was awesome.