I grew up in a Rail Town

Twenty Minutes down the line from the point of convergence of tracks from five major Rocky Mountain Coal mines, on their way to the Superport. A thousand cars rolled past my bedroom everyday.

Ask me anything.

What's the food like?

How's the community?

The Diner at the Station didn't have normal bread.
It was full of seeds and such.
Sure, I like seeds and such... but srsly, I'm trying to eat a Ham sammich here. These seeds are freakin distracting.

Community was good growing up. Nice mix of good ol' rural Candian stereotypes.
About a decade ago the ski hill took off and we got an influx of Grinner and Torontonian neo-hippys. Things were never the same.

Originally Posted by mmmmm_PIE

The Diner at the Station didn't have normal bread.
It was full of seeds and such.
Sure, I like seeds and such... but srsly, I'm trying to eat a Ham sammich here. These seeds are freakin distracting.

Didn't the seeds rattle about, with all the trains passing?

Did you sleep comfortably?

Originally Posted by FAIL TRAIN

Did you sleep comfortably?

I'd assume so, it'd be like a massage bed.

You're waiting for a train.... a train that will take you far far away. you don't know where this train will take you.

Life's like a train, you don't know where it will go.

Life's like a box of chocolates. You always know what you're gonna get upon purchase.