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Along the 300 mile length of the Kettle Valley Railway there
were many intriguing stations stops. With classic names like
Othello, Iago, Romeo and Juliet they reflected the literary tastes of the
railroad's designer and builder, Andrew McCulloch. Other stations,
less romantic in name, were much more representative of the railroader's
life. Brookmere was one of them, truly a mountain railroad town.
Brookmere was the marshalling point for trains embarking on the
often perilous journey across the mile-high Coquihalla mountains.
Here, the railroad clung to the edge of precipitous cliffs, crossed over
towering trestles, skimmed the edges of bottomless canyons and teetered on
the brink of perpetual danger. In winter, twelve foot deep snowfalls
screamed out of the skies and stopped the railroad in its tracks.
Railroad crews fought for days to keep the rail line open. Massive
snow ploughs, churned inch-by-inch through mountain passes rescuing
trapped trains and travelers.
In the tiny, but bustling railroad town of Brookmere, lived the men
and women who daily challenged nature's idiosyncrasies. They built a
community, a place to dwell and love, rear their children, and live life
to the fullest. When the railroad finally closed down, Brookmere
should have died. But it did not. Many railroaders and their
descendants chose to stay on and live there.
Once a year, in August, other railroaders, rail fans, and friends
return for three days to Brookmere. In the flames and sparks and
smoke of campfires, the memories come alive again.
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