After a good eat and a stomach for of Tums, all of us turned in for the night, with the exception being Tony who worked through the night
There is something to be said about the peaceful slumber one gets while way up in the middle of nowhere, especially when its bitter cold outside. No chirping birds, no crickets. Nothing except the occasional profanity being yelled by a mechanic freezing all in the name or ressurecting the life of an old lady.
We set our alarm for six a.m. and awoke to see the progress on Evelyn. Eureka. She was as ready as Tony could make her. Art and I packed while Tony opted to sleep in thanks to Byron's kindness showing itself again. Just proves there are good people everywhere.
By the time we were ready, gassed up, and saying our good-byes, time had slipped by, and we departed around ten-thirty a.m. The sky was still dark of all things, and the snow had begun to fall.
Thankfully, within an hour the sun began to light the powdery clouds with a lavender hue. I must agree with Art who said, "This is one of the reasons we fly!"
Perfect skies to fly is what we ran into for the most of our trip. Art made up the sandwiches, and poured some coffee for the both of us. Instead of fighting an angry woman on one engine, she was purring gently allowing me to eat until I felt stuffed.
Sadly the clear skies began to get darker. The clouds building quickly, and in no time it was pouring.
Mother Nature this far north is quite fickle. As soon as it started the rain was over, and the ride much smoother, and as scheduled, it was time to refuel. Our destination today was Uranium City CYBE
A DC-3 is such a wonderful creature. Slow, and not very graceful, but what can one say except, Evelyn will sure take care of her pilots and her cargo.
Part three to follow shortly.
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