An impromptu visit to Craigellachie, B.C. unlocked memories of Grade 5 social studies classes, watching what felt like years of an adapted Pierre Berton miniseries on the railway saga containing more questionable acting and melodrama than ten-year-olds would ever be able to appreciate. I also wondered at our own seeming lack of a sense of history or respect for deserted Craigellachie. Where were the tour buses? Where were the guides? If this were China, I thought, it would be teeming with camera-ready tourists.