Troy Branch knows his territories. He gave us tons of suggestions on local sightseeing. A corridor to the north was about to open when we followed Troy to the fuel pumps.
I didn't need any gas but Chip tanked it full. His RV is more powerful and burns some extra Go-Juice. He takes over the radio and boldly leads me through the maze of Calgary airspace. Man he is sharp on push to talk I wish I were that articulate.
Some buildups are growing again over the mountains. I decide to sneak into Ram Falls airstrip before the wall of rain hits it. 20 minutes the most I have to catch a bighorn sheep. Chip is patiently holding in clearer skies.
Anyway, I spotted two moving targets on a cliff but by the time I landed they were gone. Another 10 minutes of search while airborne yielding nothing. A bit upset I am, the first wildlife gone not captured on camera. Well, the journey has just began there will be many wild animals to see.
Next stop is Wolf Lake. Very nice camping grounds and a good grass strip. Chip was waiting for me there.
He is a Navy brat and knows how to make a great hot meal without any fire. The amount of military rations he carried is enough for us to survive a month in the tundra. Good job Chip!
We dined dense then kept pushing north. Stopped to refuel at Edson and learned that on the weekend there is no way to get gas.
It's kind of getting gloomy again. Chip takes off seconds later and loses me between cloud layers. 20 minutes of intense air-to-air communications and we still can't find each other. Then he hits the wall of fog and diverts to alternate. I plug the oxygen in and spiral up in a hole on top of all this mess. Almost three hours later I land at an airport with a functional fuel pump. I called Chip he is safely on the ground and performs some non essential troubleshooting. He will be chasing me for two days to Dawson City, Yukon Territory...