I’ve always had a great appreciation for the how spontaneously wonderful Yellowknife folk can be, and this was reinforced when friend Jenn called me up recently.
J: What are you doing in one hour?
T: I have a work meeting.
J: Well, I’ve chartered a plane and there is a seat for you…
Fortunately the meeting I was supposed to attend was with a fellow Yellowknifer. Others might not quite understand the devastation of missing an opportunity for a sight seeing trip on a Beaver float plane, but my colleague most graciously assured me I needed to be on that plane.
I turns out it wasn’t exactly Jenn who chartered that plane, it was really Hunter, her dog. More formally known as Hunter The Mostly Good Dog. (She is mostly very good, until she is spectacularly not – and herein is the definition of a husky.) Jenn was planning another float plane trip with Hunter (stay tuned, I was on that flight too!) and wanted to make sure Hunter would be entirely good on the plane ride. How better to ensure this than to charter a plane, right? Entirely logical. Entirely Jenn.
I hustled down to the Ahmic Air float plane dock in Back Bay. It was wonderful just sitting by the side of the lake and taking in the scenery while I waited.
We flew over old town, and then south, over a land more water than solid ground. There are lakes everywhere.
Eventually we landed at a jewel of a lake, for some reason called City Boy Lake. It was long and deep with a delightful smooth rock island near one end.
The plane tied up to the smooth rock, and spent a pleasant afternoon there. We meandered, threw a couple of fish hooks into the lake, visited, admired flowers, swam, and were sustained by lemon meringue pie and champagne.
I’m hoping Jenn buys Hunter her own plane soon. Because what’s a husky without her own plane?