the journey : part three, by air

We were delayed another day in Fairbanks when temperatures dipped too low for Warbelows to fly--negative forty. No complaints to join Susan and Gary for another dinner. But we boarded the first flight out the next day, on a plane identical to the one in the picture. We both were packing our eighty pounds of free baggage as well as a total of a hundred or so pounds more. Most of that weight in bulk food and vew-do board.
The pilot rushed through his spiel about emergency exits and where the beacon was in case we wanted to call for help without him knowing. But a picky passenger (one of the other three on the packed flight) asked him to point it out. "Well, lets see. Where is that...." Eventually the device was located and we took off.
Although too cloudy for much scenery, the flight went well and an hour later we bumped down in Fort Yukon.