Day one; Lina and I worked up until time to go. I was greatly relieved that the weather held and we were able to board the single engine Caravan for the 18 minute flight to Norman Wells. We flew over the murky MacKenzie its waters the color of coffee whitened with skim milk, a sort of grey brown compared to the green blue waters of the Bear river as the two merge at the base of Bear Rock.
In Norman Wells we were met at the airport By Dee Opperman, Store Manager . She took us on a tour of The area around D.O.T.(Department of Transportation) lake where the float planes that take hunters into the wilderness fly from. We then had lunch at the hotel and killed a few rainy hours by visiting the staff of the Northern Store. We got on the much larger Canadian North jet and flew to Yellowknife. YK was not as rainy and within the hour we were enjoying the hospitality of the flight staff and enjoyed a hot meal, a rarity on a plane in Canada in 2008. Soon the fields of Northern Alberta stretched out below us as we approached Edmonton International. The patchwork fields were a quilt of yellow, greenand brown. The plane hit the ground hard and soon we were waiting for luggage and boarding the shuttle for the 45 minute drive to our hotel at the West Edmonton Mall. The room is huge and I marvel at the endless blanket of lights that stretch to the vast horizon. There are more people within
a few blocks of here than are in the NWT the Yukon and Nunavut, combined! We are exhausted after a long day and soon we will sleep. Tomorrow we have errands to do, so goodnight all...
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