'Last call for Wardair Flight 410 to London Gatwick!'
We quickly made our way to the departure gate...
Three days earlier we had been on the Alaska Highway heading North.
'We're in the Yukon', I had told Dad, just before he dropped the bomb-shell about his cancer.
'Don't change your plans', he had said. 'I'm sure we'll have other Christmases together.'
The washer kept getting blocked, so I had to keep stopping to clear the windscreen with handfuls of snow. Huge logging trucks deluged us with slush as I tried to banish distractions and concentrate on the road ahead...
We quickly made our way to the departure gate...
Three days earlier we had been on the Alaska Highway heading North.
'We're in the Yukon', I had told Dad, just before he dropped the bomb-shell about his cancer.
'Don't change your plans', he had said. 'I'm sure we'll have other Christmases together.'
The washer kept getting blocked, so I had to keep stopping to clear the windscreen with handfuls of snow. Huge logging trucks deluged us with slush as I tried to banish distractions and concentrate on the road ahead...
