Sometimes, in the frozen bays of the Gulf of St. Lawrence, your frozen runway might not last long. That area you landed on yesterday? Gone… overnight. “I look out de window, and dare was de runway … gone.” The only French Canadian in the village was called Patrick McKinnon, and he reported all matters flying … Continue reading “De runway, she’s gone.”
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