From Pole to Pole with a Few Stops Between

Thirty-five years of bush type flying in some of the harshest conditions in the world have resulted in many memorable experiences that I would like to share. A lot of my early flying was done along the west coast of British  Columbia and in the Canadian Arctic between Yellowknife and the northern coast. Flying a Single Otter on floats out of Norman Wells in the Northwest Territories added hundreds of hours of float time to my logbook. I also accumulated many hours on skis and large high flotation tires in the high Arctic Islands and northern Greenland. These stories and poems were written over many years while I was flying in the Canadian Arctic, the Antarctic, South America and in many other parts of the world. They are stories of adventure, humor and tragedy, tales of landings on grassy jungle strips, snow, glaciers, ice, rivers, lakes and some of the busiest airports in the world. These stories are not just about the flying, they involve the people I have flown with and flown for and many others who are part of the aviation industry. I have tried to avoid concentrating too much on the difficulties and dangers involved in this type of flying. While there was no shortage of adventures, there were also many beautiful and fun times that I hope I've done justice to.