Crash landings were part of the job in the early 1930s, when the author started out in arctic aviation. As an air engineer for Canadian Airways in the Northwest Territories, he flew "on operations" daily, warming the oil and the engine on winter mornings, refuelling, and inevitably mending both engine and aircraft when things went wrong. From Fort McMurray to the Arctic Ocean, his stories tell of planes wandering lost over unmapped muskeg, perilous rescue missions to retrieve stranded missionaries, dogged searches for downed flyers lost on the Barrens and emergency landings in blizzards on nameless pothole lakes
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