I moved to Canada and got my first flying job in February, in Northwest Alberta. Coming from the Caribbean, I must say it was quite a novel experience on my first day at work to go out and bag choppers in a blowing blizzard. As I went out the hangar door I saw through the horizontally blowing snow the thermometer reading -38C! Help! Where's my face?!?
Needless to say after a wonderful spring and summer in the oil patch and fires, when the cooling breezes of Fall started nipping at my backside, I thought it might be best to return to my little tropical place of birth, where winter means rainy season is over, the mercury drops all the way to 26C, and get your boards waxed up cause the waves are starting to roll.
Canadian bush flying is great, but I am convinced you guys are half Polar bears. Maybe see ya in the Spring!
