I have always said that helicopters start where the road ends.
That in a way is the special attraction helicopter flying holds upon those of us who have been to those really isolated places.
The joys of rolling your fuel drums around, standing them up, later hand pumping your fuel....not having any radio contact with the outside world for a week at a time.
Being not at the top of the Food Chain due to Bears....Brown and White holding the top spot.
Living in Tents and sleeping on the ground.....with a bucket for a bath tub.
Yes....glamorous work it was.
If you had a forced landing knowing it might be days before you were missed and no one really knew where to start looking for you.