Northern Adventure: Part One

It has been an incredibly busy week.  I am not even sure where to start; okay, okay, at the beginning? Hmm.  So much to tell, so many observations. I will break it down into smaller pieces so that I can digest it all.

Here goes:
Day One


Work took me to the fringes of my fears over this week. My job called me to the far north for a tour that would go from Thunder Bay to Kenora and back.  This would mean a flight from Toronto to Thunder Bay. (and return)  Many moons ago when I was young, I wanted to be a glamorous "stewardess".  Yes, wonderful idea, until it got to getting in the plane. I decidedly did not find flying remotely in my career path.  
As the trip would only be 1 1/2 hours, I looked on this as an opportunity to work out some of my fear of flying.  The 737 was narrower than I thought, and definitely had a tired unkempt air about it.  I watched the flight attendants (stewardesses) as they went through their long list of flight procedures in  semi detached boredom, realizing they were glorified waitresses with a captive audience. 
The jet engines roared to life and thrust into the sky.  It was loud, shook, rattled and vibrated as it took off.  It was also less frightening.  The plane was buffeted in high winds,bouncing like a ball in the sky. Cruising at 40,000 feet above the clouds, I stared at length out the little window.  The horizon looked like waves of cotton.  Though vaguely uncomfortable, I did not feel the panic I had thought might well up inside of me.
I was glad to land, feeling the rumble of the tires on the runway in Thunder Bay.  I left Toronto a warm, overcast day, to land in the -34 sunshine.  

So began my Northern Adventure.