Out & About Best spot in the house: Watching the world go by from a train vestibule. Bound for Glory Roll through the Canadian Rockies like a pampered pioneer. BY LISA WOGAN PHOTOGRAPHY BY KARI MEDIG 66 V I RT U O S O L I F E O N A WARM AUTUMN MORNING IN the small community of Canoe in central British Columbia, Doris Lund stands on her porch waving. Her yellow T-shirt and yellow house pop against an indigo sky. As if on cue, Canada geese cross overhead in a classic V formation. I wave back, because it's what you do on board the Rocky Mountaineer. It seems like everyone we pass greets the train. These sleek blue-and-gold cars ply the routes that unified the country 133 years ago and are a source of national pride. But perhaps no one is more devoted to the ritual than Doris. There was that day when she didn't appear: Concern pulsed among the crew until she was spotted from the last car, running out her door, wearing only a towel and flapping both arms at the retreating train. After all, tradition and hospitality must be maintained. By the second day of my three-day journey from Vancouver to Banff and Jasper