It almost impossible trying to control this old bird, It rocked violently back and forth. I hoped the cargo wasn't to fragel. After about an hour of white nucle flying, we neared the BFU British Columbia base. I went to turn on the landing lights, and right when I did so, the whole plane went dark. Oh S**t. It was going to take a miracle to land this plane safely.
By the grace of God, Budda, Bhraman, Allah, or who ever is calling the shots up there. We taxied over to the lodging and slept.
The next mourning, the snow and wind had not stoped. Over the night, the machanics had fixed the lights, so we were off.
I didn't want to take any chances this time. I flew above the clouds. The turbulance got worse and worse as we went higher. Then, all of the suddent, we made it. We broke through the cloud cover. And just in time for the sun-rise.
After that it was a pretty unevenful flight. When we got to BFUN, I pulled up to the dock.
I got out of the plane and told the guy who was unloading the gear: "It would have been easier to DRIVE it up here."
