From the time I was a small boy growing up in New England, I dreamed of living in a log cabin in “The North”. My first opportunity to realize part of that dream came in 1965; the railway helped make it happen. It was on a CN passenger train that my university friends and I travelled north to Clova, Québec, between La Tuque and Senneterre. We reveled in the fresh air, the fishing, the white water and the camaraderie. I was reborn. I was home.