Out and about... Freight edition

Went skiing with my mother, saw a train. I love trains, on some visceral level. We can hear the whistle of one, twice a day, from my mother's house, and depending on how loud it is, she can predict (and I am learning to predict) the weather. Some thing to do with barometric pressure, it seems. Or relative humidity.
In any case, a train...

At this distance, the whistle as it approaches the level crossing is a profound experience, as is the rumble of the train itself. Big things, freight trains...

 

Canadian National, storied freight line of Canadian history...

Mother tired of my attempts to photograph the train, and stuck out for home...