Decision made!

Century of Flight was so successful in 2009 that it now appears to be a yearly event. We were hooked when we saw the 2010 destination: Whitehorse. Although Bill and I have travelled extensively in northern Sweden, Norway and Finland, the farthest north we’ve been in our own country is Grand Prairie. What better way to do it than in our own plane? Not only would we go into uncharted (to us) territory, Kazee gets to spread his wings and really FLY! In the past 4 years Kazee has performed admirably as a glorified bus, getting us to and from family in B.C. and Alberta.

Being territorial about my garden, and resenting leaving my berry crop in full harvest, I wondered how we could possibly be away for 10 days in peak season. Rosalie to the rescue! She has volunteered to pick, freeze, enjoy, and generally be a presence on the property, keeping urchins and the resident hillside bear at bay. Without Rosalie, and Bill’s irrigation system, this adventure would not be possible mid-summer.

We paid the entrance fee (or rather my father did, in exchange for lots of photos – not a hardship for Camera Girl. Thanks Dad!). Back came our identification decal to be smucked on the plane, plus enough logistical data to get us to the moon and back. Bill is in his element with all this bumph. I’m worried about losing some of it. And that, like poor old Charlie on the MTA, we will be circling Whitehorse without the necessary landing clearance.