After more than 28 hours of continuous train travel, we finally broke free of the bounds of Ontario and hurtled into Winnipeg station. The station proper smells like hot, wet garbage. We went outside to escape the sweltering stench and explore the Frank Ghery-looking building to the south. Our dad directed us this morning to visit some weird bridge his engineering firm designed and it was sure there, alright. We resisted the urge to cover it in oddly specific graffiti. See, Eli, that's how that's done. Even though I had a sharpie in my purse, I didn't write my name all over the bridge. Or my sister's face. We also checked out the Railway History Museum (which consists of two old guys with a model train set) and got some souvenirs for the train afficionados in our family. Only ten more hours to Saskatoon!
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