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July 10, 1998
Because of weather, we left Sept-iles about 2pm
headed toward the North.. Had about 4,000' ceilings but a beautiful day.. We stopped in
Schefferville, Quebec for fuel and to stretch our legs. And stretch our legs we did. Back
and forth across the airport ramp trying to find someone for fuel.. Nikki finally found a
phone with a number to call. After calling, we waited at the plane for about 15 minutes.
Then our fuel arrived in a 45 gallon barrel in the back of a plumbing truck. After
unloading the barrel, the guy had to break into a building to get a hand pump to use. He
pumped and I worked the hose while Nikki tilted the barrel for that last drop of $6.00 a
gallon fuel. We wanted it all. He told us that they never pump for the pilots but when he
saw we were women, he didn't know what to do so he just pumped.. Then he took Nikki off in
the truck to pay. (with a credit card).... Then he wanted us to stay there overnight so he
could take us (Nikki) out for a beer. He pointed way down the road at the building between
two flags. As with the disco and the cab driver, we declined.. It gets lonely out here. We
left there and headed out. Over 400 miles of nothing but Marshlands.... And Nikki was
worried about the flight over the North Atlantic.. I kept pushing the "nearest
airport" feature on the G.P.S. and it said "Schefferville" until our
destination airport was 1 mile closer than Schefferville. Nothing out there. We wanted to
make it to Frobisher Bay (Iqaluit) but when we got the weather, we decided to stop in
Kuujjaq. This stop was a most interesting one. The cab driver took us to the Kuujjaq Inn
to check in and fortunately he also owned a small eatery and called his cook over the
radio and ordered our supper. When we checked in, the clerk said we were very lucky to be
there and he thought we would have a good time because the ARMY was in town. The only
lounge in town was at the Inn. We walked into our room to find scraps of pizza all over
the place.. We changed rooms.. Both, the guy at Flight Service and the Cab Driver told us
to be VERY VERY careful tonight. Lock our doors, etc.etc...... So we took our dinner in
from "Chesters" (the best chicken sandwich we have ever had) and locked
ourselves in for the night.. Nikki really took the guys serious and drug 2 cots out of the
closet and stuck them under the doorknob.. I prayed we didn't have a fire, we'd never get
out.. She proceeded to do the bathroom thing... I heard her hollering from the bathroom,
she was trying to ride the toilet. She said she had never had to try to ride the toilet
like a horse.. Later on, I found out what she was talking about. When you sat down, it was
like an old rocking horse of a child's.. Tired and full of a great supper, we bedded down
for the night with the ARMY marching in the halls and upstairs, the 4-wheelers running
around the Inn, a diesel truck running under our window and lots of laughing in the
lounge.. Late in the night I woke up to Nikki fumbling with the phone.. She said she was
going to call the manager, someone was beating on our door. I told her that it wasn't
beating, it was gunshots.. She said "Oh, OK, Goodnight"..........
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