Romance on the rails: Rainforest to Gold Rush route

A romantic train ride on Rocky Mountaineer’s Rainforest to Gold Rush Route between Jasper and Whistler is a ride through Canadian history and adventure

FYI: I’m a brand ambassador for Rocky Mountaineer and this was a sponsored trip. All romantic adventures were my own. And my husband’s.

Jasper to Vancouver through Quesnel

“You’ve been outside for five hours straight,” my husband says when I stagger back upstairs to our dome car on the train, reeling from the microwave-like heat of the arid Fraser Canyon in the interior of British Columbia, Canada’s most westerly province. “I was starting to wonder if I still had a wife.”

“A bridge!” I shriek, hopping out of my window seat again, my mind obsessing more about photo possibilities on Rocky Mountaineer’s Rainforest to Gold Rush route than on romance. “Be right back!”

Carol gets a bridge shot

Romance on the rails

As I stand outside in the open-air viewing car, my legs steadying myself against the motion of the train as I attempt to get the one perfect photo that will make my life complete (if you saw my wildlife photos from last year, you’d know why), it occurs to me that the Season 5 Bachelorette, Jillian Harris, had it easy when she rode the luxury Rocky Mountaineer train in search of romance.

Torn between two lovers

She only had to choose between a posse of eligible bachelors. I’m torn between the two big loves in my life, my husband and the outdoor viewing car in GoldLeaf Service.

… there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

A view worth going starry eyed for

Is train travel truly romantic?

People often describe train travel as romantic, but what are they actually referring to? A journey that inspires romance, or the romantic notion of travel itself? And what makes train travel so impossibly romantic anyway? And – here’s the big question – is the Rainforest to Gold Rush route so bloody romantic it’s going to sabotage this gaze-into-each-other’s-eyes-for-two-days-solid Harlequin-love-sized train trip I’d planned?

Love will wreck your heart like a derailed train. So choo-choose your partner wisely.
― Jarod Kintz

I’m in love with a train car!

The truth about the open-air viewing car

The problem is that for me, the outdoor viewing car in the Rocky Mountaineer’s GoldLeaf Service is like crack. The more I’m out here, the more I need to be here. Otherwise I might miss something … an eagle circling over the pines; icy-looking Mount Robson, the highest point in the Canadian Rockies; Deep Creek Bridge (one of the highest railway bridges in the world); the Cariboo Plateau, an elk showing off his backside …

In short, waiting for what’s coming around the bend on the Rainforest to Goldrush route from Jasper to Whistler can drive you CRAZY, at least if you are me. Especially when you’re travelling through spectacular nature and Canadian history from early European explorers to fortune hunters.

What’s next?

In Seattle, Washington, women who sit on men’s laps on trains without placing a pillow between them face a six-month jail term.

Other people, like my husband, have a more balanced attitude when it comes to the open-air viewing car. They like it, but are equally happy to enjoy the scenery from a comfy seat with a cocktail in hand.

Mount Robson!

They don’t need to feel the slap of the wind (although, granted, the wind in the desert-like Fraser Canyon in summer is more like a blowdryer blasting up your nose). And they don’t seem to have that same irresistible attraction to the unfettered view, the feeling that the cedar trees and ospreys and rushing rivers are so close you could stick out your tongue and lick them, as if it’s all one big scenic lollypop.

The scenic lollypop of Jasper National Park

It’s my experience that most folk who ride trains could care less where they’re going. For them it’s the journey itself and the people they meet along the way.

–David Baldacci

The only thing that can really drag me away is lunch.

Temptation

Stories along the Rainforest to Goldrush route

Besides gourmet meals, one thing you gain from staying inside the train is the commentary, and there are plenty of tales to tell. The Rainforest to Gold Rush route (except in our case, it’s the Gold Rush to Rainforest route because we’re doing it the other way around), is as much about history and ‘place’ as it is about scenic views.

Jasper Park Lodge – the perfect place to start your journey

A romantic train ride through legends and gold

From the moment the train departs from Jasper, Alberta, curving its way through the Rockies in the slanted morning light, to the overnight in Quesnel and the journey through the heart of the Cariboo Gold Rush region, you’re in a land of explorers and adventurers, not just early European explorers such as Simon Fraser, but the ambitious dream seekers of the Cariboo Gold Rush.

There’s gold in them there hills

The Cariboo Gold Rush

First discovered about 1857 in the lower Fraser Canyon, gold – and the lure of gleaming riches – drew some 30,000 prospectors to the Cariboo region in British Columbia’s remote interior. The Fraser River Gold Rush turned into the Cariboo Gold Rush as the finds moved north, creating bustling mining towns in places such as Barkerville, Quesnel and Wells.

Quesnel

The romance of the Cariboo Gold Rush lingers

Some fortune hunters hit it big, some blew their riches on dancing girls and gambling, and some found no gold at all, but all in all the Cariboo Gold Rush was a brief flash in the gold pan. By 1871 the boom had slowed to a trickle, leaving behind a legacy of adventure, courage and grit.

And surely the inner adventurer in each of us can’t fail to connect with that.

So good you could eat it

In Wisconsin it’s illegal to kiss on a train.

Heading to the Rainforest

Mark comes outside. I rest my head on his shoulder as we travel along Seton Lake, its candy-like blue green colour as exotic as the tales of the gold rush we’ve now left behind. The air is cooler here, more refreshing. I reach my arm over the side of the car, feeling the wind push against it, enjoying the heady sensation of moving forward while staying firmly planted in one place.

I’ve always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe’s way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us…they’re happening right now, cradled in the palms of our hands.
― Dave Matthes

Romance on the rails (and Carol’s really really long arm)

The real romance of a train trip

Maybe that’s what makes train travel romantic, the idea of time and place being suspended while at the same time you’re watching both pass by. Ultimately it doesn’t matter if you’re holding hands or your camera, or where you are on the train – it’s the experience you’re sharing, the journey, not just with your partner but with everyone on the train.

Could there be a more ‘authentic’ romantic train trip than that?

Front row seat for a lakeside view

Mark puts his arm around me as Seton Lake fades into Anderson Lake and we steam towards Whistler, watching the West roll by.