B.C.

Northern Lights

The six seated airplane, the smallest I had flown in, slipped through a treacherous pass in the Coastal Mountains of British Columbia. The tiny plane dodged clouds amid jagged mountain peaks that seemed close to brushing our wingtips.  The engine’s constant drone caused my head to vibrate as we gratefully descended abruptly towards a promised runway. The clouds were molasses thick. Nothing resembling a runway was discernible as I peered through the round porthole. Trying my best to relax, I…