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North to Alaska: Where’s the Easy Button?


A garbled voice announced boarding a half-hour later. Flying time expected: four hours and 28 minutes at 40,000 feet with a few bumps along the way. We had three flight attendants for our 113-seat Boeing 737.

Had I glanced back, I’d have been dumbfounded how few passengers followed. Heads bent forward and shoulders raised, Mary and I scuttled across the tarmac. The weather was cold, the sky overcast, and the air damp. The two-level approach to the plane was longer than the distance from the building to the bottom of the walkway.

                                                  Transporting a two-level boarding bridge on the left

Airlines overbook, don’t they? We noted many empty seats, only 37 occupied, which meant seventy-six stood empty. How often does this happen? “If there are only two people on board, we will still fly,” the flight attendant said to Mary’s inquiry. This airline must be making good money ‘cause they’re still in business. This brings to mind a news story of the opposite happening and a man was removed from a flight to accommodate a crewmember. This is not allowed in Canada.

We enjoyed complimentary satellite TV, movies, and drinks, but the water for tea hadn’t been boiled. Yuck. Is it ever? I know the difference and couldn’t finish it. We ordered no bland, over-priced airplane food as I packed fruit and sandwiches from home. Tired, I managed to kill a couple hours dozing but felt I hadn’t closed my eyes at all: they burned, I felt light-headed and punch-drunk. Promising myself I wouldn’t, when nature called I gave in to visiting the loo though I avoid airplane bathrooms with a passion. People have nasty habits. Why do they leave a mess like children in public facilities?

Always a relief to arrive safe, our touch down on Mother Earth was quiet and uneventful, likely due to the absence of passengers. We deplaned fine but baggage claim proved nerve-wracking. No flight and carousel numbers posted for long minutes. After a couple walkarounds to all three carousels, the first one showed our flight. Last one on, first one out. The luggage soon pounced through the chute lickety-split. Let the adventure begin.

 As females will, we found the Ladies and rushed through Arrivals with our bags. Sunglasses-and-light-jackets weather, a cool breeze greeted us outside the airport. A clear view due to few cars parked at the curb, Mary said, “I wonder where Jean is.” Pacing after the cramped sit, Jean and Michael arrived about ten minutes later. Tight hugs and hurried catch-ups, Jean’s hubby loaded the luggage into the van.

As previously arranged, we had other plans and did not head for their house. By prior arrangement, Belcarra Regional Park beckoned instead. The clock read approximately 8:45 a.m. Vancouver time—three hours behind Ontario.

Had we left from Jean and Michael’s house, our destination would have taken less time. If a road or bridge traversed the water, we’d have made it in minutes, but Michael had to arc a long way around from the airport. As he drove, Jean, prepared as ever, surprised us with mouth-watering Greek mini pocketless pita sandwiches. Mary and I grinned. I can’t recall the delectable fillings snuggled between the slices, but I devoured the treats like a little-used Hoover put to work. Michael suggested a coffee stop but we passed. Good thing, too, because we arrived late for the appointed time as had a number of others joining us.

The park covers a vast area with a number of trails and parking areas. It took a couple of misses before we found the right carpark and picnic area. Turned out we weren’t the last to arrive. Someone pronounced everyone present and Jon arranged a digital remembrance of the moment.

                                                                  Belcarra selfie ©Jon Nightingale

One trail, considered moderate, stretched (was not circular) 5.5 kilometer forward and back and another one, an additional 5.2 km. A democratic group. You could do one or both. Hadn’t Mary and I just flown four and a half hours from Ontario? The hike sounded fun a month ago when we planned it. Was joining this group a bizarre idea?

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Next on February 16: North to Alaska: A-Hiking We Will Go

© 2018 Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles

Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

31 thoughts on “North to Alaska: Where’s the Easy Button?

  1. My goodness. Hiking after such a long trip? Better you than me, Tess.

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  2. I suppose it would be good to stretch your legs after the flight but I think I’d have opted for only one of the two hikes on offer.


  3. Alaska is definitely on my bucket list, Tess.


  4. I always try to sleep on a flight so that I can avoid all of the bad things about flying. I can’t think of any good things!


    • In a car or a plane I usually stay awake to keep a watch on things in case something goes wrong. Right. What would I do it something did? This time I conked out because I was worn out over worry about my piggie cat Dickens (I think). Sleeping is a good way to cut down the wait before arrival. 😀 Yes?

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  5. West Jet is my favourite way to fly. I am always treated very well. Sounds like a great adventure ahead. Not sure I could go hiking after a flight. Thankfully your friend brought a healthy snack. Loking forward to more.


    • I cannot complain about West Jet especially since the airport is so close and they fly out of HERE. Toronto is a nightmare.
      The adventure is a mix of events to our way to Alaska. Trip booked August 2016 but when it was time to go in May 2017, my heart wasn’t it in. 😦 The snack didn’t save me. My sister had to push my butt a couple of time on the hike as my legs were shaky and the terrain dicey and uphill and root-y etc. At least I lived to tell the tale. Ha ha. Thanks for the visit, Darlene. Don’t know when I’ll be back-back but hope to visit now and again. ❤


  6. OMG – This is so great and beautiful post – so many healthy memories…thank you for sharing!!!


  7. I flew back from Germany once.
    There were 27 people on the whole plane.
    15 of them were in first class.
    Had three seats to myself.
    Apparently, there had been a bomb scare the day before.
    Once I got over the slight apprehension, I enjoyed the flight!


  8. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    This is the second in Tess Karlinski’s new travel series about her trip to Alaska.. I will be honest and admit that I perhaps would not necessarily consider a holiday there. But I am tempted by the fact that the flights appear to be relatively empty… at this time of year.. my kind of airplane… Head to Alaska with Tess..


  9. An uneventful flight, a potty break, eats, good friends off on an adventure, what more can one ask?

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  10. Sounds like fun times ahead. As for hiking after a long flight, I’m thinking I’d take a pass LOL ❤


  11. I’m hoping that next week yo tell us that you did one!


  12. This is on my list as well, but I don’t think I’d book a trek on landing (especially as my trip would be longer). Nice to catch up, Tess!


  13. Tess, I never doubted you were busy, but Alaska? Wow! Looking forward to more of the real life Perils of Pauline — I mean Tess! Hugs