Back on August fourth, after our short night in Terrace we flew past Prince Rupert to Ketchikan then back past Terrace to Smithers. We slept well in the hotel that night! Here then are two more views from our extensive exploration of Ketchikan. Aside from our few minutes at the airport after satisfying the CBP agent, those explorations consisted of arriving and departing this busy airspace in Tripp. After taking off and turning back toward Prince Rupert I snapped these overlapping shots across the bay.
As you may recall, the weather here differed considerably from that in nearby Prince Rupert where we’d planned to stop. Below is the one glimpse we got of that runway between the low clouds, as we pleaded by radio with various Canadian agencies to authorize changing our cross-border re-entry landing from Rupert to Terrace – that was eventually changed to Smithers.
I believe we actually could have safely landed in Rupert with “clear of clouds” (Special VFR) permission but it would have been a highly unconventional approach, and taking off again after clearing customs all but impossible. I’m glad we didn’t have to test my belief.
So we flew the now-familiar river route to Terrace and then took the back country shortcut to Smithers climbing high among these peaks to maximize our radio contact and options in event of an unscheduled landing. We always had passable sites within glide, but were again appreciative of Tripp’s ease in lifting us to the limits of our comfort level for flying without oxygen.
Tripp was eager to climb higher, so we’re probably going to buy some sort of supplemental short-term oxygen setup for future adventures. Flash the 172M we took on our first Big Adventure could not have taken only we two and two hours’ fuel this high, without considerable struggle. Tripp our 172Q happily did so even with more fuel and a lot of luggage and supplies added to her load. This is why people invest in that extra 20hp!
Still, we were glad to finally see familiar Hudson Bay Mountain pass beneath our wings. As we glided by glacier-fed Lake Kathryn on our descent into Smithers airport, the glassy waters seemed to promise a quiet and reflective sleep.

















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