The Prairie Dog Central Railway is a heritage railway just outside of Winnipeg.
Regular trips are every Saturday, Sunday and Holiday Monday from May through September, and last almost four hours with one stop in the rural community of Grosse Isle. Special dinner excursions occur during the season, as well as the Howlin' Halloween Express Trains in October. Details of the operations can be found by reviewing the schedules. Private Charters, School Programs and Engineer for a Day are also available.
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—For the State of Nebraska, U.S. public relief program (1935-1943)
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