We finished packing minutes before our friend came to pick us up to head to the airport. We cut it close but that’s how it always seems to play out with us. Less sleeping more doing. And it’s all worth it, we’re currently sitting on a little 40 seat prop plane just North of Whitehorse.
I can only hope the landscape from the ground is as inspiring as it is from the air. I’m getting excited, we finally have time to think about actually doing this, and that’s also a little scary, but a good scary. My most memorable experiences have always involved being scared, scared of failing, or falling, or for no real reason. It’s good to be scared… I’ll just keep telling myself that.
We’re flying with Air North from Vancouver – Whitehorse – Dawson City – Inuvik and so far they’ve only lost Andrea’s checked bag… not so good. On the plus side, if we ever get it back we’ll save a bundle on overweight baggage charges. Andrea is not quite ready to accept this financial reward as a fair trade.
After landing in Whitehorse around midnight, we filled out some paperwork for our lost bag and quickly set up camp in a corner of the tiny airport. Bike boxes are amazing building blocks for airport fort making, unfortunately they are not as soundproof as I would have hoped and we spent most of the night looking at each other in anger at the sounds coming from an older gentleman who also decided the same part of the airport would make for an ideal night of competition snore training. Brutal.
But we’re close to Inuvik now, we’re really close, the seat belt sign just came on close, awesome!