The flat prairie lies before you; grain elevators pop up on the horizon and you begin to make out the town's name, faded and worn on the side of the old sentinel. My wife and I have experienced this amazing little tour of our province's history twice. We took the short train to the aptly named Horizon in June and she rode the train back in October for the 12hr run (I followed, camera in hand). Great people that embody the prairie spirit of welcome arms. We plan to head down again in the future.
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