Day 2 Most of us didn’t sleep the entire night. We opened our window blinds, and watched the stars, the curving of the train, and the hollow blackness of the tunnels. This left us a little groggy when we awoke to the rising sun. Our train arrived during the night, parking at the Lorne Street train station in Kamloops. Kamloops was our second show. This time we would only open the museum cars -- we did not have enough time to do a full event. Even with the lessened load, we still had to set up stanchions, signage, and stairs in and out of the cars. It was far easier than the full event, and for that we were thankful. As with Vancouver, people arrived before we were ready. A lot of people in Kamloops are CBC fans -- we soon had a line of hundreds of visitors. We were expecting the smaller communities to have proportionally larger turnouts, but even so this was a pleasant surprise. My job for the day, not having a group of computers to watch over, was greeting visitors and handing out stickers and tattoos for the kids. This was a welcome change of pace. The New Media tent is a little quiet, so having to welcome passers-by opened the door for conversation. About an hour after the event began, I started my photography circuit. One of my duties is taking all the pictures for the web site and for archival purposes. As I took pictures of the stage, I happened to notice an otherwise innocuous number: 2141. One of my personal tasks as this trip proceeds is to find vintage railway equipment. This was my first find: ex-CNR 2141, a 2-8-0 Consolidation steam locomotive. Kamloops Heritage Railway maintains 2141, which operates steam excursions most weekends during the summer. Entering the ticket office, I inquired about the possibility of seeing the engine before our train left. Luckily, there were a few people in the storefront, one of whom was the wife of one of 2141’s mechanics. She graciously volunteered to take me over to the train, housed in a shed barely 100 metres from our train. For the last eight years, the Kamloops Heritage Railway has toiled to rebuild the engine to working condition. (It had been on static display in Riverside Park for 33 years, and needed a lot of work.) Just last year, the engine was moved to its current home where the Heritage society keeps loving care of it. The firebox was still warm from the previous day’s excursion. Every unpainted metal surface gleamed. I marvelled at the craftsmanship the Kamloops Heritage Railway had put into the rebuilding -- 2141 looked like it had just rolled off the assembly line. Not bad for a 90-year-old. I had a short period of time, so took my pictures quickly. As I ran around the engine, my personal guide told me of the story of restoration. It was a tale I would love to tell, but there were simply too many details to remember. I need to remember to bring my notepad in the future. Returning to the train, we left 2141 sitting proudly in its house, a little engine that could. The line-up had continued to stretch during my time away, and we were only open for another hour. We felt sorry for those who wouldn’t make it into the museum before we had to close the doors. In hopes of lessening broken hearts, we started telling visitors that they might not be able to see the museum. Very few turned away. When the doors did finally close, those who were turned away were understanding. In all, we think about 1,200 people managed to go through the museum in the three hours we were there. As it was such a small event, we were able to pack up our things much more quickly. Within an hour, we were ready to leave. It was only mid-afternoon, so we were promised glorious sights as we headed into the mountain passes. So, of course, it rained. There’s something strangely comforting about rain. We sat in our cars, working, resting, playing, and glancing out through the water-streaked windows. The rain seemed to make the forests pop into life and the mountains gleam. The train snaked its way through the forests, stopping periodically to let a freight train pass. The rain dwindled as the light faded. Just before it got too dark to see anything, we were passed Pyramid Falls. Too dark for a clear photograph, I opted for a short snippet of video. Darryl, our videographer/video producer, got a similar pass with his video camera. We arrived in Jasper at about 11 p.m. Mountain time. Even with the early arrival, we were up until nearly 3 a.m. Not a particularly bright move on our part. I was tired, but happy when I crawled into bed, and was soon dreaming of trains.	Frank Leahy and Friends The train gang Waiting to get in Locomotive 2141