The CP Holiday Train program launched in 1999 and has since raised more than C$13 million and four million pounds of food for communities along CP's routes in Canada and the United States.
11/21/2011
Sometimes I feel like I live in a snowglobe.
11/20/2011
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11/17/2011
When it gets extremely cold here in Yellowstone, the trees take on an eerie look, especially at dusk, and we call them, "ghost trees." When the rime from hydro-thermal mist accumulates on the branches of trees, then combines with falling snow, the trees take on an appearance of ghostly figures.
When the sun begins to set, and you look out at the trees, you will sometimes swear you see human forms gathering in the forest. It can send a chill up your spine, and not just from the cold temperatures.
11/16/2011
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11/13/2011
The stars twinkle like snow in the sunlight, and the snow glistens like stars in the night sky.
11/12/2011
Wandering in nature when I'm troubled or worried calms me and gives me perspective. How about you?
11/11/2011
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson
11/10/2011
I know three friends who will really love this one. +Lucie Paris+Nina Anthonijszand +Deidre Huffall LOVE snow AND camping. How can I go wrong with this combination? This is the new glamping, Deidre.
You ladies bring some nice warm blankets now. I'll come back in a day or two to see if you need anything. :-D
11/09/2011
Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea. - Mikhail Lermontov
11/08/2011
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. - John Keats
11/07/2011
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. - Albert Einstein
11/04/2011
The sun is new each day. - Heraclitus
11/03/2011
What a wonderful view. You could really get in touch with yourself here, on top of the world.
11/02/2011
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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