Towards mid-afternoon, the eponymous Skeena River emerged from the north and stayed tight to the train, cheering it on to the finish line. Taking its name from the indigenous Gitxsan band, meaning "river of mists", the Skeena River thrashed through canyons and passed through mountains before it finally peeled away from the train and poured into the Pacific Ocean, leaving us to journey into Prince Rupert alone.
