Wednesday, March 18, 2026

Trip Report LAX-ICN-TPE-LAX



 




  Ok, here goes nothing. This is my first attempt at a trip report. I have to be vague about certain details on purpose to leave my employer out of it as I’m sure I’ve made several written promises not to post anything to social media about details of our business. 

** PostScript -  Ok, so I recognize that I have a tendency to wander off topic. It’s been pointed out to me before and I have noticed it myself as well. Sometimes I get engrossed in telling a story, be it in person or on paper and I always come up on details that I feel need explaining in order to make the story make sense or have the context that I think it’s important. It would appear that it’s more important to me than it is to most other people. That being said, it’s how I would tell a story to someone in person, so it’s kind of how it comes out when I’m trying to do it in this media as well. Thought about making a substantive effort to change that, but for now I’ve decided not to. Enjoy your trips off into the weeds as I try to tell a story.

  I got tired and went to bed after writing most of this particular entry and came back to it the next morning. Several pages of rambling about scheduling and lines and I have barely left home on what was supposed to be a trip report for a week in Asia.  I contemplated simply making this two separate entries, one for relating how scheduling works at my current employer and another for the actual trip report, problem solved. Except I make reference to the specific trip all through my scheduling ramble, so that would mean a bunch of editing for continuity’s sake. Heck that. Deal with it. Still going to break it up into two separate entries though.

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  This particular trip started with several Deadhead positioning flights before I ever actually operated any flights as flight crew.

   On this particular month, I was working a schedule of Days-on, which I bid for a month ahead of time.

Once a month, the company puts out a list of Trip Pairings, Reserve Lines and Duty Lines. Trip Pairings are where they will post the actual trips that you would be operating. If you really wanted to go to Istanbul, let’s say, you might bid on a line just because it had an Istanbul flight on it. Our business is notoriously fluid, so its kind of a running joke here that bidding like that is just asking for trouble as what they plan on happening 30 days out doesn’t always resemble what actually happens when the time comes.  

  Trip Pairing lines will have the whole block of days-on filled in with operating flights, positioning deadhead flights, layover periods and mandatory rest periods filled in for the whole block. A lot of guys like these lines as you know where you are going to be and what days you’ll have “ off “ while on the road. In theory, you could plan to have your partner fly out to Hawaii, say, and time it with a long layover or Rest Period and enjoy some holiday time together during your work week. This is a bit of a pipe dream as a Trip Pairing holding up for your entire schedule is a tad on the optimistic side.  

  A Reserve Line is a block of days-on for the month, possibly several separate blocks, where you will go to a certain city and sit there as a Reserve Crew Member. If a scheduled flight is delayed enough that the crew times-out, or there is a sick call, fatigue call, they might call a reserve guy in that city and you’d get “ activated “ for that flight.

  Reserve Lines will usually come with a block of 12-hour times associated with them as well. These are the times you are On Call essentially. During those times you are expected to be downstairs in the Hotel Lobby, dressed and ready for pickup within 90 minutes of activation. You’re not necessarily stuck in the hotel all day, or all night, whichever the case may be, but I think most guys plan any activities within fairly short range of the hotel during their Duty Period. I use an hour as the furthest I’d venture afield during an on-call period. If I had to race back, pack up and be downstairs ready to go, I could do it in 90 Minutes. That being said, we can also look at our companies flight tracking program and see what is actually happening with flights in your city and get a good idea if you stand a chance at getting called out. The other time you might get activated is if a flight crew member calls in sick for a flight, or worse, at the time of the “ wake-up “ call which we receive 1 hour prior to the Van Show-Time. I’ve had reserve assignments where there is literally no aircraft on the CONTINENT that I’m sitting reserve in, let alone the city. Now, before I’d go do something silly like venturing further afield than an hour or worse, there is always the possibility that the call from Scheduling isn’t to activate you for a live-flight, but to position you instead to another city for an assignment. In that case, they may have a commercial flight in mind that they need you to be on and that flight may require you to be dressed and downstairs at the 90 minute mark, so you still have to be cautious with using the flight board.  I wont get into the specifics as its complicated and probably a good subject for a post of its own, but reserve lines pay better than the other lines. In general, they’re not really that well liked by most of the guys I talk to, myself included, but the increase in pay for a month of reserve duty is not insignificant.  

  One of the reasons I don’t like reserve lines is that you rarely get called. It kind of feels like the crew schedulers will move heaven and earth to avoid activating a reserve crew member. I kind of get it, I guess, once your reserve is gone, there’s no one left! Basically though, it usually means a week or two being on duty and not really doing anything. Some of the places we go have tons to see and do within an hour of the hotel. Other places, not so much. If you don’t plan it out, it can feel a little like sitting in prison. Luckily, I usually build myself a routine that I can fill my day, even in the most mundane of duty assignments. Breakfast, walk, gym, study, lunch, local activity, grocery shopping, supper, movie, bedtime. Lather, rinse, repeat, sometimes for 17 days… The other reason I’m not fond of Reserve duty is that if you don’t get called out, which is more often than not, then you’re that much closer to falling out of recency and earning yourself a trip back to the Training Center to get recurrent with your takeoffs and landings. At this level of Aviation that I am committing, part 121 and part 117 of the US system, we need to have done 3 takeoffs and landings within the last 90 days in order to be current. 

  When I started here we did a lot of short-haul flights on my fleet, and staying current was a non-issue. Nowadays though, most of our work is long haul and it’s quite easy to expire. With the long haul flights, anything more than 8 hours, we typically fly with Augmented crews, that is, more pilots on board than we need in order to have relief pilots so the operating crew can take a rest break. It also means that only 1 out of the 4 of us on board is getting a landing for our currency…

  The last type of schedule you can bid on is what I’m calling Days-on. There’s actually another name for it, but I suspect its very company-specific and would likely out my employer, so I’ll leave it at that.  This schedule is simply a block of Days On Duty, or occasionally two smaller blocks, within the month. 48 hours prior to your first day-on, they will fill in your schedule with your first assignment, if there is one. If there isn’t one, then 48 hours ahead of your first day-on, you are given that first day off. You’d then continue to check your schedule each day during a specific 1-hours window of time until you are given an assignment and on your way, or your days on duty run out and you ended up staying at home the entire time and not doing anything. The not doing anything is fairly rare, but it does happen. More often that not, Especially on the fleet I am on, as we are a little slower than the other fleets, you’ll get between 1 and 4 days “ off “ that were originally planned as days on duty. These are Award Days, when they don’t have an assignment for you and you stay home or you get sent home a day or two early as they have nothing else for you to do. Also typical is that once you get sent out on the road for an assignment, you’ll end up staying out on the road, they will use you first before they pull someone else away from home and your schedule will slowly fill in as you go, or it will get populated full right from the start. Often if a crew member calls in sick from home and they have a Line of assigned flights, they will pull someone from a Days-On line and just give you the sick callers entire schedule.

  Different people like different types of pairings depending on a host of reasons, so you can’t really say that one type of line goes to the senior bidders more often, it kind of varies. Often the senior guys needs change for a typical month and what you thought would go super senior ends up going to the junior bidders, and vice versa as well. I mean, yeah, a trip going to Venice, Italy, with a 5 day layover is pretty much guaranteed to be a senior trip, but you just never know.  That’s one of the things I really do like about working for this company, based on our customers and our business model, a fluid and dynamic schedule is pretty much the only thing that’s really consistent!


  Anyhoo, back to the trip report. 

  I kind of wanted to explain the scheduling part a little as it’s relevant to this trip in a way. Mostly because  it used to be a regular run for us and it also used to bid really senior. It happened in this case to be over the Christmas-New Years holiday week and all of the senior guys avoided it as it had you away from home over the holidays.

  I have young kids at home and try to be home for Holidays as best I can, but in all honesty, Christmas has always been a very big deal for my Ex Wife and she usually requests to have the kids over the actual Christmas dates. I have never been really tied to holidays, so I’m more than happy to do my Christmas with the kids on an arbitrary date, before or after the 25th, so it usually works out for everyone. In this case I ended up getting a senior trip, starting from LAX and having me home 8 days or so later, with stops in Incheon, Korea, Taipei, Taiwan, Nagoya, Japan and eventually back to Los Angeles.

  One of the things with US Airline flying is that you have a “ base “ where all your trips start from. Legally, the company is required to have you back at base at the end of your trip(s) in order to release you into days off. This can get a little complicated with their scheduling as it means that if the actual flying part of your assignment doesn’t end up back in your base ( it rarely does ) then they have to leave enough time at the end of your assignments to move you back to base in time to release you on-time, or pay significant overtime. This will often mean that even though you end up in say, Nagoya, Japan with three days left on your schedule, they can’t really assign you anything other than moving you back to “ base “ as their isn’t enough time left to do an assignment and then a commercial deadhead back to base. I think my Base at the time was Los Angeles, which is why the trip started and ended there. 

  I also live in Canada, nowhere near my Base, so there is also the matter of getting me to and from Home to actually start my pattern. Quite common with other companies that also operate like we do, is that the company allows us to live wherever we want and they will provide commercial airline tickets to and from our assignments. When I say wherever we want, I mean it, we have pilots that live all over the world. Regular airlines don’t do this, their pilots need to get themselves to and from their Base, both on their own schedule and on their own dime. As Pilots, we can “ jump seat” for free with other airlines, but this is on a standby basis and can be a little nerve wracking, when not getting to work on-time might be the end of your employment.. Not for us though, we get a positive space ticket, although we do need to travel to and from work on our days off, which can eat into those days a bit depending on where you choose to live. The rules around the purchase of that ticket are fairly complex as well, in terms of time frames, class of service as well as total costs. The rules for the tickets to and from Home are different from the tickets they buy you to move you around within your pattern. Home Tickets are always Coach, whereas Deadhead tickets can often be in Business or First Class depending on the length of the deadhead flight or the destination. The international business class tickets in particular can be very, very pricey. I think the most expensive ticket that I have been purchased was to move me from Tokyo to Vancouver, BC in Business Class. Total price? Almost 9000 CAD. Yikes.

  That being said, there is a lot of effort made by the company to utilize the “ Siupernumerary Seats “ that all of our freighter aircraft have. These are essentially seats that can be used by people other than the Flight Crew. People like Mechanics or Loadmasters that might be riding along, or customer representatives for special cargo and of course, on most of our flights, fellow company pilots being shuffled around the world in a way that wont bankrupt our operation. Some of our aircraft even have bunks. There are only two bunks though and are obviously reserved for the operating crew. Occasionally though, you’ll get moved on an aircraft that has bunks and only a 3-man crew operating it. Since two of them have to be up front at all times, only one is resting at any given time, so the other bunk is available for us hitchhikers in the back, which can be very very nice.

  What will happen a lot of the time is that you’ll get positioned somewhere, like LA in this case, to catch a ride on a freighter going to Incheon. From Incheon then they’ll move you to your actual assignment on a commercial passenger flight, also business class, but a much shorter and cheaper leg, like Incheon to Tokyo. Travelling in First Class is very nice, its one of the perks of this job that are fiercely protected by our union and quite honestly, if the perk didn’t exist, I think a lot of our pilots would go elsewhere. It makes a big part of the job, commercial deadheading, go from a miserable experience to one that you can actually look forward to. There are practical reasons for the luxury travel as well, not just pilots enjoying the experience. When you’re being shuffled around the world its hard enough to keep up with the time-zone jet lag fatigue without throwing a 10 or 12 hour economy flight in there.

  That being said, in this case, my assignment was operating a run we did that went from Incheon to Taipei to Nagoya to Incheon. We called it The Rice Run. In order to get into position, I had to fly from Victoria, BC down to Los Angeles on a commercial flight. I’d arrive in LA, stay overnight and then a late night departure the next day on a company plane to Incheon. Once in Incheon I had a day and a half of mandatory rest in order to get “ Theater Acclimated “.

  There are complicated rules as to how many hours I can work in a day with a sliding scale that reduces that number of available hours based on the timing of the flights departure. A lot of our Cargo flights operate over night, which reduces the number of hours we can legally operate even further. There are even more rules that specify how many hours you can be used for if you are coming from a different time zone. In this case, with the night flights and the multiple time zones difference from my home-base, they had to “ acclimate “ you to increase the number of hours to where you’d be able to legally accomplish these flights. Acclimating you to a new time zone and removing the restrictions to your duty times simply means giving you a long rest period so you can get over your jet lag. In this case I think I started my trip with a 40 hour layover in Incheon after arrival, before my first duty period. So, a day to get to LA, a days layover there, 12 hours to ICN, two days layover there, making it almost 5 days from leaving home before I operated my first leg. 

I’ll rewind it a bit. Leaving Victoria for LA meant I had to first take a short flight to Vancouver as there is no direct service to LA from Victoria. Vic to Van is a quick 20 minute flight on a Dash-8 aircraft which I’m not very fond of, for different reasons. One of those reasons is that my luggage that I cart around the world doesn’t fit well in the overhead bins on that aircraft. In fact, my Rolly bag doesn’t fit at all. I could check a bag, but I hate doing that as the consequence of losing my luggage is pretty severe as I probably am not staying in the city I am flying too, so there isn’t enough time for the airline to recover my bags and get them to me if they get lost. With the amount of airline traveling that I do, they also wouldn’t survive the physical handling by their bag smashers to be honest. I’d be buying new bags every couple of months. 

   For the Dash-8 flight to Vancouver, when I have to take it, my strategy is to just shamelessly bribe the crew with chocolate in order to use the Crew Closet up front where I know it will fit.  Technically, as long as I’m travelling in Uniform, I am permitted to use the crew closet but it’s not a very common request and not all the Air Canada staff know about their policy. For the very infrequent times that I need it, I find its easier to just buy a swanky bag a chocolate and offer it to the flight attendant when I board, in exchange for closet space. I’ve never been refused :)

  Off to Vancouver for a brief layover before I catch my flight to LA. I didn’t have airline status back then, so I couldn’t use the lounge in between flights, but I think it was only 2 hours or so to wait. Much nicer when you have lounge access and a nice place to sit and some food and drink, but so be it. 

  One problem that does come up with all the first class airline travel is how much it wrecks the experience of coach travel. I’m not even kidding. Before I came to work here I had never travelled in anything other than Economy and had no issues with it really, still enjoyed and looked forward to traveling by air. Now that I’ve tasted the good life up in the front cabin, it makes it that much harder to sit in the back, haha.

  On the flight down to LA I reviewed our handy dandy Station guide, which gives us all the details of any city in the world that we operate into or out of, wether it be by commercial airline or an operating flight. Which is pretty much everywhere. Each cities entry will have everything you need to know as far as local transportation providers, station employees names and numbers, if we have any employees there. It also lists our hotels that we use, local customs peculiarities and a bunch of other info. On it, I can find out where the designated pickup spot for our Limo / ground transportation will be, often with maps and pictures of the waiting areas. I’ll also get an email at some point, confirming that local transportation to the hotel has been arranged and what time they are expecting me.  I know, it seemed kinda princess-y to me as well when I first started here. Being whisked around by limo’s to upscale hotels and first class travel, haha. Often the “ Limo “ is a hotel shuttle driven by amateur race car drivers with substance abuse issues so its not all glitz and glamour! 

  Often times when I deadhead around, I’ll travel in uniform. Some of the guys do and some of the guys wont do that unless it’s mandated. There’s a lot of Airline Flight Crew members specific line ups for Security, Customs or passport control in different countries and a lot of them mandate that you need to be in Uniform to make use of them. Travelling by commercial airline for the purposes of operating a flight somewhere else counts as being “ on duty “ for a lot of these crew shortcuts, but only if you’re in uniform. I find it makes customs a heck of a lot easier as well. When I travel outside of work, I’m used to being grilled at times with standard Customs questions, where are you going? Where are you staying? How long? How much money did you bring, that kind of thing. In uniform as flight crew, it’s usually hello, welcome, goodbye, next.

  Obviously there is some downside though as well. You do get a little more attention from the travelling public in the airport itself at times. I kind of enjoy the looks from little kids and try to smile and talk to them a little bit when I get the chance, I remember that feeling of seeing a pilot in uniform as a kid. Occasionally you do get a little unwanted attention, but it’s never really malicious, more annoying if anything. The odd person will ask you for airport directions, I usually tell them I’m lost too! One time I was standing in an early morning line up at the terminal Starbucks and one of the cashiers came out from behind the counter and escorted me to the head of the line, haha. I suspect they’ve been tipped well in the past by some crews on a short turnaround who came into the terminal to grab some much needed caffeine and paid the staff in advance for the privilege that I got, so thanks guys :) You also can’t go into a lounge, where alchohol is served, in uniform. Or into an airport bar, or order drinks on the plane either. I don’t drink much these days, so it hardly cramps my style, but when I do want to use the lounge, I have to find somewhere to get changed before I go in. For awhile it was awkward and unpleasant bathroom stalls, but I’ve since found that the Family rooms at most airports, with baby-change tables to be quite handy for getting changed in a more civilized fashion. Sorry moms and dads.

  Just the other day, my flight was delayed and I had planned in changing into civvies once I got through customs, and go to the lounge for my breakfast while waiting for my connecting flight. My incoming flight was so delayed that I had to dash straight to my connecting flight and had no opportunity to change. The next flight was a 5 hour flight in first class, which I almost always try to be out of uniform for. I can enjoy a glass of wine with my dinner and sleep in the comfy chairs a lot better when not wearing a shirt and tie. No dice on this one as I didn’t have a chance to get changed. Also had to endure a few side-eyes from the boarding economy passengers as they filed past you in first class. Some frequent flyers look forward to their upgrades that you get with airline status, and there have been rumblings that they have been “ cheated “ out of their loyalty rewards by some airlines increasing their contract benefits these days to their pilots by giving those seats to pilots being deadheaded around. One boomer-ish fellow even made a comment, jokingly, but still awkward “ oooh, first class, you guys are spoiled! “ Jerk. Anyways.

Sometimes they are hotel shuttles, other times, they are actually, “ limos “. Sort of. When I hear Limo, I think 1980s stretched limos with leather seats and the widow to the driver compartment that rolls up and down with a button, and scotch in glasses that pops out the console. Haven’t had one of those yet, usually it’s just a large black Cadillac Escalade type SUV.

  Off to the designated Hotel in LA, about a 15 minute drive from the airport. Get checked in, changed and go for a walk around the neighborhood to stretch my legs a bit. Mostly urban California strip malls, so not a ton to see or do really. I find quite a few cities in the states to be much more car-centric than other places in the world. Life as a pedestrian down here is a tough one. Definitely notice the lack of parks, public green spaces and honestly, even sidewalks, as compared to a lot of places. 

 Not much to do the next day, so I just took it easy around the hotel. Got a work out in the gym, followed by a quick swim in the pool. Chat with the kids on the phone. 

  Next day was my flight, in the evening, and it was Christmas Eve. 


  This was my deadhead flight over to ICN, but instead of commercial aircraft and first class luxury, it was in the upper deck of a 747 freighter. Not quite as luxurious, but honestly, I have no complaints for long transoceanic flights in the freighter, especially the 74. The whole upper deck in addition to the flight deck portion, is basically a small apartment with a half dozen business class style seats, two small rooms with bunks, a galley and a bathroom. The galley is fully stocked with hot meals, drinks, sandwiches and snacks, coffee and tea, juices, milk and usually some fruit. Being waited on hand and foot is nice and all on commercial flights, but there’s also something to just being able to get up and get yourself a meal when you want and not having to deal with any of the other passengers as well. 


  Typically, on the freighter, once we’ve taken off and get up to cruise, everyone changes out of uniform and into their Cruise Clothes. Slippers, sweatpants and a Tshirt. Before top of Descent on the other side, everyone takes turns getting changed back into uniform, but it’s very casual up there, which is nice. No inflight entertainment, so hopefully you remembered to download a few movies or books for your kindle before you left the coast!


  Since we departed at night on Christmas Eve, the 24th of December, it was well past midnight and into the 25th by the time we got to the International Date line in the middle of the pacific. By the time we landed, it was December 26th. I technically didn’t work Christmas at all, I skipped right over it!


  12 hours later-ish,I don’t actually remember the exactly length of the flight, but its a fairly long one, we arrived in Incheon, Korea. Incheon is a suburb of Seoul where the large airport is. A lot of the large cargo carriers, be they stand-alone freight haulers or the cargo division of a passenger airline, use ICN as an Asian hub. It’s fairly central and there is a ton of exports that come out of South Korea as well, particularly to the USA. From ICN they’ll fly their freighters to the major US hubs of Chicago, LA, New York, Dallas, etc. Most of the long haul aircraft on these routes can’t quite make it direct to destination, depending on the winds aloft, so there is usually an intermediate stop enroute. Anchorage has become pretty much the defacto stop for everyone running these routes. It’s about half-way and has the airport infrastructure to support all these large cargo planes. 

  Being the transit hub for these flights is a fairly lucrative business for an airport. I know of two airports in Canada that tried taking a run at getting in on this business, but as far as I know, neither of them really made any headway in taking any of it away from Anchorage. However, if you’re looking for a transit stop in Canada for your Freighter Aircraft, to take on fuel and fresh flight crew, both Prince George, BC ( CYXS ) and Winnipeg, MB ( CYWG ) would welcome your business, haha! 

  I always found it a little comical when I used to fly into Prince George for a previous employer. They have a 12,000 Foot runway ( suitable for a fully loaded 747 ) ,  runway centerline lighting and a massive cargo stand at one end of the airport. It is completely out of place for the little town of less than 80,000 people to have this kind of an airport. In fact, I think the airports in Canada that have centreline lighting on their runways is, Vancouver, Edmonton, Calgary, Toronto, Montreal and …. Prince George.


  Arriving in ICN, the four flight crew and the three of us deadheading in the back, are met at the plane by our local handler and escorted through arrival proceedings. This is pretty standard most of the places we go to around the world, and generally follows the same script. The handler shows up with a van and we pile in for the trip from our remote cargo stand, to the terminal or customs hall. From there we are led through the terminal and through crew-only lanes going through passport control and customs. The handler will stay with us to act as a translator and to make sure we don’t wander off and get lost. Coming in from a long-haul flight we are usually a little on the bedraggled side, bleary-eyed and not as sharp as you might expect. This is a bit of a generalization, but there is a little bit of Cargo-Pilot ethos that still hangs around us, where we might not be as sharp looking in terms of uniforms and appearance as our passenger carrying colleagues. Management is working hard at stamping out the Freight-Dog side of our reputations, but I think a lot of guys still wear it as a badge of honor. Maybe a little more stubble than normal, maybe a couple extra stickers on our flight bags, or badges/patches on our uniform jackets. Maybe… like I say, they’re working hard on removing that, so they are disappearing fast.

  In ICN it’s a quick, efficient and seamless process. Passport control is almost all automated. Passports inserted in a machine and scanned, fingers on the scanner for fingerprint verification of ID, picture taken of your face, presumably with a facial recognition component. I don’t even remember if the customs officer asked any questions or if was similarly automated with a nothing-to-declare button push.

  On the other side, we’re released into the general population of the airport terminal and our handler whisks us through the terminal to the street, where our van and driver are waiting for us. I believe we arrived in the wee hours of the morning, so the terminal was mostly empty. We tend to come and go through these airports in the off-hours that the passenger airlines don’t want to subject their “cargo” to, but our boxes don’t care.


  Another half hour or so on the quiet highways and expressways leading from ICN airport into Seoul and we arrive at our hotel in the modern suburb of Incheon. 

  Seoul itself is a massive city, one of the biggest cities I’ve flown into. The suburb of Incheon is built on a lot of reclaimed land along the shore, consisting of row after row of modern high rise apartments. Sadly, I haven’t explored much of Seoul yet, most of my wandering have been in the general area of our hotel in Incheon itself.


  Our hotel is used by a few different airline crews, both cargo and passenger, but is also a very well-known luxury hotel for tourists as well. 


  Sadly, we have had a few instances of poorly behaved crews, some of them stubbornly clinging to the FreightDog personality, that we’ve come close to being asked to take our ( considerable ) business elsewhere more than a couple times since I started here.

  Some of the stories I have heard is mostly due to poor behavior by the crews around the breakfast service. When it comes to the 4 and 5 star hotels in a lot of countries I have been to, the breakfast service is a quite swanky affair. If you are a high end tourist or a local taking a luxury break, the breakfast buffet is akin to an evening formal dinner in some of these places. This hotel in particular has an incredible Buffett. Row after row of high end Asian and western dishes, delicacies lined up in endless quantity and variety and often a dedicated chef or two at different stations preparing custom dishes.  Stories of our guys wandering down in their housecoats and slippers, wearing their undershirt from the day before and a pair of sweat pants, alongside a Korean couple celebrating their honeymoon in formal wear. Stories of guys bringing Tupperware containers to fill so that they don’t have to spend their per-diems later in the day. I think at one point it got bad enough that we were banished to a completely different floor serving basic offerings, out of the public view. Enough guys were pissed at losing this perk and a bit of internal “ guidance “ was done by the union and once promises were made to reign in our professional image, we have been allowed to return. Its still pretty obvious when you walk in the dining hall, who is crew and who is not, but its not nearly as bad as it was, so I hear.


  The dining room itself is on the 60th? Floor with what you imagine are pretty spectacular views of the city. The very top floor has a lounge with similar views. The hotel itself actually starts on the 20th floor, with the floors below it being a mix of apartments, shops and offices. The underground car parkade actually connects to a mall with a Grocery store and various other shops. If you keep going through the underground warren, I “ think “ it finally connects to the subway line. I haven’t tried to navigate to the subway through the underground, but I did walk on the surface streets to it and it’s only a couple of blocks away.


  Right across the street from the hotel is a large park, Central Park. I was there in the winter, so a lot of it was closed for the season, but it appears to be a fairly large park, modeled after Central Park in NYC.


  I always find it fascinating, how they mix the shops, offices and apartments in ways that you just don’t see in North America. What mighty look like a standard office building on the outside, might have a pub on the 7th floor, sandwiched between a chiropractors office and a retail shop selling rice cookers.


  I have a friend who I had worked for in Vancouver who moved to Seoul a few years back, so I let him know I was in town for 48 hours-ish and we made plans to meet up and go out for dinner. He is an aviation buff, so it was fun to catch up, not having seen him much since I started on this new job, so lots to catch up on and nerd out over airplanes. Of course, in Korea, there’s no shortage of Korean BBQ places, which, as you might guess are just called ‘ BBQ places “. There were so many of them in fact that it took us a while to find one we liked. In fact I think we ended up eating at two different places, after realizing the first one we picked was a little on the expensive side.



  He lives in Seoul itself, so he took the train to come out to Incheon to see me. I had actually made an attempt earlier in the day to get on the train and go into the city and see Old Seoul as opposed to the modern suburb of Incheon. At the time, I didn’t have a data plan for my cell phone, so I was stuck using the company phone for Google Maps and navigation. It wasn’t very helpful to be honest and I was loathe to install anything like Google Lense or other helpful apps, so I struggled a bit. In fact, I got as far as navigating myself to the train station and confronted with the machines and maps not having any English and no way to translate them, ended up giving up. I was being pretty optimistic about trying to shoe-horn a sightseeing adventure into my day and was already second guessing my plan when it started to fall apart in the train station, so I look at it as more of a change in plans than defeat.


  After he went home, I went back to the hotel to try and get onto a proper sleep schedule. 

  The next day I spent just walking around the area and exploring, There are a ton of shops and actually a fairly extensive network of walking trails along the river that runs through Incheon. It was winter, so not a lot of tourists around and it was a little on the chilly side for the walking as well. Honestly though, even the most mundane of activities in any Asian city can be an adventure as there is just so many things that are different from back home. Even a trip to the store for milk can be an adventure!

  Food wise I’ve always enjoyed the Asian convenience stores as well. The local 7/11, Family Mart or Lawsons will have selections of foods and drinks that are nothing like you’d find in North America. I recall from my time living in Japan that you could literally eat all of your meals out of a 7/11 and you could actually get relatively healthy food. The “ Salartyman “ culture of working 12 hour days and commuting home on the train made it necessary for them to offer actual food at these 24 hour shops instead of just prepackaged crap. Sure, you can get the crap too, but there is a market for people to want to pick up an actual meal as a convenience item.


  The next evening was my operating flight over to Taipei, Taiwan. I’d be “ based “ out of Taipei for a couple of days while I operated the Taipei to Nagoya round trip flight one night and then a return flight from Taipei to Incheon to conclude my operating legs for this trip. After that it was just deadhead flights to get me back to LA and released into days-off.

  ICN airport itself is pretty cool, a definite pleasure to fly out of. My Asian flying hasn’t been extensive enough to pretend like I’ve seen it all, but from my limited time over here so far, most of the controllers English isn’t too bad. Since for the most part I know what to expect them to say at different points of our interaction, it’s easier to cut through the accents. Proper phraseology is critical over here and using slang or colloquial speech over the radio will not work out very well for you, as they’re operating on the same principle, knowing what you’re expected to say to them goes a long way in their understanding of our accents as well.

  I really enjoyed taxiing around at ICN airport. Once you get your taxi clearance, a lot of the times it will just be “ follow the orange line “ and they will light up your taxi path with different coloured lights inset into the pavement! How cool is that?

  In Taipei, I had 24 hours off after arrival, followed by a night flight, then another 24 hours off before my last flight, so a decent amount of time for playing tourist as well. This run used to include one other destination and it made the rest periods “ min-rest “ as opposed to the very gentlemanly 24 hours between operating flights.


  I really enjoyed the Taipei layover as our hotel was right in downtown instead of the suburbs, so all of the tourist activities were right outside your front door. The hotel was equally swanky as well. In fact, there was a full size bottle of wine waiting for me on the table in my room.


  Taipei and its older downtown core was a lot more conducive to a day spent just walking around and taking it all in. Instead of modern sprawl, everything was jam packed on top of each other. The streets are a warren of 5 and 10 stores buildings as far as you can see. Signs on the upper floors advertise bars on the 5F, shopping stores on the 3F and restaurants everywhere.


  Our hotel was only a block or trio away from Taipei 101, the giant modern skyscraper that you can’t miss. It is 101 storeys high and built in a “ pagoda “ style. I missed the New Years fireworks by only a day or two, where they fire the fireworks off the sides of the skyscraper, I’m told its quire the show.


  I ventured up top for the the viewing deck, on the very top. 


Aside from the views, they also have a room built into the middle with a giant metal ball. Signs tell you that it’s what’s used to keep the building from swaying too much in the wind or in an earthquake. The ball is balanced and suspended, moved from side to side by motors and computers that sense the buildings sway and move the counterweight accordingly to dampen it out.


  Had my lunch in a hole-in-the-wall noodle shop that served up delicious noodles to the lunchtime business crowd. I had a small shopping bag of souvenirs for myself and the kids, that I forgot on the counter where I had devoured my noodles. After I left, it took me almost 20 minutes to realize I had forgotten the bag. I didn’t hold out much hope that it would still be there by the time I got back, but sure enough, it was waiting for me right where I left it!


  It’s hard to avoid getting sucked into the souvenir trap when I’m on the road. There is so much marketing all around you, trying to liberate tourists from their dollars. I realized pretty quick with this job that I’d go broke pretty quick if I started bringing home piles of souvenirs on every trip. I try to stick to fridge magnets and keychains for myself and the kids, they’re widely available, even in airport gift shops, which is sometimes the only place I visit in a new country! They’re also easy to pack and wont break the bank. Once you start down the path of buying souvenirs, there  is no turning back, and then there’s the guilt of missing someone in your attempt to bring something back for everyone. I remember this from Japan, the culture of “ Omiyage “, but over there it was pretty much mandatory, not optional to bring something back for everyone. Luckily, being a practical people, in all the train stations and airport gift shops you will find stores and stalls selling boxes of pastries or snacks, in bundles of 10, 20 or 30 individually wrapped pieces, so you could buy one box and hit everyone on your list.



  Later that night it was an all-night “ turn “, a cargo flight from Taipei, over to Nagoya Japan and then sit in the plane for a couple hours while they unloaded us and reloaded for the return trip to Taipei. The next day in Taipei was a little more subdued as far as sightseeing since I had to day-sleep to get over the all-nighter and prepare for the next evenings flight as well.


  Depending on who you’re flying with, you may or may not have company for dinner or tourist activities. Some guys like to hang out, while others just like to head to their room and spend their downtime relaxing solo. I go through phases where I’ll be sociable and other times where I’d just as soon do my own thing. Sometimes when I’m out in a new country I like the freedom of just going where I want to go and not worrying about someone else. Other times it’s nice to have someone with you who has been before and knows the hotspots. Of course, it all depends on personality as well, you’re not gauranteed to get along outside the cockpit as well. The people who immediately retreat to their rooms and don’t make an effort to socialize at all, ever, are sometimes called “ Slam Clickers “. The SLAM of the hotel room door, followed by the CLICK of the door lock.


  Our company has a mix of passenger and cargo flying on the fleet that I am on. With the passenger flights, the crews will typically be 2-4 pilots and up to a dozen cabin crew as well. If you’re the sociable type, there’s enough people to find your tribe and hang out. In the freighter ops, there’s usually just the 2 of us, sometimes 4, and that can make for a lot less variety in personalities and more potential for you to be out there on your own.


  After an early evening supper and a pre-duty nap, it was back to the airport for the operating flight back to Incheon. From ICN it was another day off while I waited for the departing company freighter that would take me back to LAX and finish my trip. 

  Back to LAX it was the same routine in the upstairs “ suite “ of the 747 freighter, watching movies, eating, reading and sleeping in my chair. On ce back in LA, we gathered our things and headed to the local hotel. The aircraft is always well stocked with food and I’ve found I need to practice a lot of self restraint to avoid being lured into the trap of free calories. While I’m on the “road” for work, I get paid a per-diem to account for the fact that I don’t have a kitchen at most hotels and will end up eating out of restaurants a lot.

  If a person can manage to cadge enough free calories between hotel breakfasts and airplane catering, that per-diem money can add up to little extra income at the end of the month. It’s a dangerous game though as most free food isn’t typically very good for you, or even very good at all. The airplane catering is hit or miss, as it’s contracted out to a local provider at each of the places we fly into, the quality can vary pretty wildly. Some stations are renowned for their catering…in a good way… and others are more on the infamous side. Luckily, most of the hotels that we are put up at also have gyms, so you can balance out the forces of evil acting on your body. I’ve never intentionally taken catering food off the airplane on ny of the international flying we do, as it’s almost universally forbidden by most countries customs regulations. Domestic flights aren’t subject to the same rules. When we used to do a lot of domestic flying, I actually included a soft-side lunch bag in my flight gear that I would load up before leaving the plane to tide me over at least a “free” lunch at the layover hotel.

  One more night at the hotel in LA and then next morning I had a van-ride on my schedule to whisk me off to the airport and my flight back home.

  8 Days on the road. 17 days a month is a typical work schedule, however, if you worked till the end of one month, and you were unlucky in your bidding, your next schedule could, in theory, begin with another 17 day stretch, taking you to 34 days on the road. Luckily, you can select an option to not allow the awarding of back to back lines like that right in our bidding software. 

  Well, there it is, the first trip report in the books! 


Friday, February 20, 2026

Fort McMurray May 2016




   




I’ve wanted to write about this story for awhile, but have never got around to it.


  Back in May of 2016, I was working for an air service that provided fixed wing Air Ambulance service on contract for the Government of Alberta. Since Canada has Universal Healthcare, air ambulance service is provided by the governemnt, at no cost to the person requiring the service. Sometimes the service is required because the doctor, clinic or hospital that provides a specialized service is not in the city where the patient lives and other times it is because the person lives in a remote location where even general, basic health care isn’t available at all. The government actually needs to centralize a lot of specialized services as its often more cost effective to simply bring patients to a facility, rather than try to build facilities or provide those services in remote areas or areas where the population density simply isn’t there. In a country as large and sparsely populated as Canada, this actually makes a lot of sense. A couple of million dollars in increased transport costs to bring the patients to the service is a lot cheaper than building a hospital in the middle of nowhere.

  At that time, there was 12 fixed wing air ambulances, mostly King Air 200’s, spread out across the province in eight different bases. This pretty much put an air ambulance plane within an hours flight of anywhere in the province. In a couple of the bases, there would be 2 aircraft. Oddly enough, those bases would be the ones with the least amount of population. It seems counter intuitive, till you realize that the higher the population of the area, the more healthcare resources would be built in that area, meaning that patients wouldn’t have to be transported by Air Ambulance to access those resources.

  There were also rotary wing air ambulance resources scattered in a similar fashion, I believe, but to be honest, I don’t know very much about that side of things. Helicopters are weird and so are the people who fly them. 

  I was on-call as a First Officer. Each Aircraft “ team “ was made up of the Captain, a First Officer and two flight medics. I never could keep straight the hierarchy or rank/skill level of the medics. There were Flight Nurses, Paramedics, Medics, Advanced Life Support Medics, Basic Life Support Medics, Respiratory specialists, Neonatal Intensive Care Medics, Pediatric Intensive Care Medics, and likely even more designations. I “ think “ our base had a Flight Medic and a Paramedic. One Jedi Master and One Apprentice assigned to each team. The pilots lived in town in their own accommodation and the medics either lived in their own housing or in the company provided housing if they were rotational.

  We had two planes at our bases and I think I was on team 2, which meant that if we got a call, it went to team 1 first, bumping me up onto the next-available call. On Team 2, with 2 planes, it wasn’t hair-trigger readiness, but you still had to be prepared for the possibility that there would be two dispatches in short order, or occasionally, even on the same call, say for example a car crash with multiple patients needing transport. 



  On Team 1, you didn’t go grocery shopping as you’d have to abandon your cart and walk briskly to the exit. On team 2, you could probably get away with it, but you you had to consider it as a possibility.

  I think we got the call around suppertime, it was just getting dark as my phone went off with the alarming Klaxon ringtone that Alberta health had programmed into the government issued phones. It was a good decision to use those ringtones, that little extra shot of adrenaline likely made you move a little quicker, just out of panic.

  Our response time per our contract with the Government was that we would be wheels up within 30 minutes of accepting a dispatch. I’ve talked about this before, but basically, they give you a short window to evaluate and give an answer on whether or not you could accept the trip. They’d give you the basic details of the call, origin, destination, number of patients and/or escorts and a Red/Yellow/Green designation as to severity. If there was other information that was relevant to the decision if we could accept the dispatch, like altitude/pressure requirements, they’d also let you know.

  The time to evaluate the trip had no set limit, but it was generally accepted that you provide a go or no-go within 10-15 minutes or you called them back and let them know why you needed more time. 

  Sometimes you might have to call ahead to a remote airport and see if they could provide runway-clearing or condition reports before you committed to the flight. This often involved waking people up in the middle of the night to drive down to the airstrip to tell you if it was useable or not, and if clearing was required, how long that would take. I often felt bad for these folks. They all got paid extra for after hours call-outs, but there were lots of times where you’d make all these calls and have people out there clearing runways at 3 AM, only for something to change on the medical side and the trip get cancelled. They still got paid, but I’m sure it still felt a little unsatisfying, to do all that for nothing.

  Once you’ve looked at everything and made all your calls, 90% of the time you’d be calling them back and “ accepting “ the trip. 

  There are lots of reasons for not accepting a trip and it was often a bit of a touchy subject in the regular pilot meetings. Management and the owner of course, would very much like you to accept the trip. No Trippy No Money. On the other hand, they had a bit of a tight rope to walk. They had to be careful in not coming across as “ pressuring” pilots to take trips that they shouldn’t be doing. In my experience, it was actually the pilots that needed to stop pressuring themselves to take these trips and management would occasionally have to “pressure” the pilot to not accept the trip.



  King Air Medevac jobs, at the time that this occurred, was an intermediate entry level job. You had to have some commercial flying experience to get a job flying Medevac, but not very much. The province mandated 500 hours of flight time for a First Officer and 2000 hours flight time for a Captain position. These minimums have changed over time, both increasing and decreasing, mostly due to pilot hiring markets and their ability to get candidates when they needed them. In times of job shortages, your resume stack would grow considerably and you could afford to set minimum standards high and still have a large number of resumes. In times of Pilot shortage, that pile got small enough that your minimums may reduce that pile to….gone.  

  When I got hired as an FO, things were just starting to heat up in the pilots favor, hiring was picking up briskly due to the success and expansion of Westjet and Air Canada’s regional operations, Encore and Jazz. Their demands for pilots had shrunk their pile down to the point that they were lowering hiring requirements pretty dramatically. 5 years prior to this, it took 3000 hours to get your resume noticed at an outfit like Jazz, now they were looking for 500-1000 hours depending on who you asked. This pulled a lot of the guys out of circulation for medevac-level jobs as they were simply using those jobs as a stepping stone to get to Jazz. I got hired with 1000 hours, as an FO and could look forward to 2-3 years flying as an FO to get to the 2000 hours that the contract required for me to hold a Captain Position. A year later, they were quietly dropping those requirements and “finding” things in your background that would lend a case to applying for a variance and getting the minimums lowered, just for you. When I got my upgrade to captain I think I had just a little aver 1600 hours.

  Pilots with less than 2000 hours, in my opinion, are more apt to put pressure on themselves to make the trip, versus management putting pressure on them. Anxious to prove themselves or to look better/more capable in the eyes of their peers was more of a danger than is given enough credit.



  That all being said, the King Air is a very capable airplane, often sold and promoted as an “ all weather “ airplane. There really isn’t such a thing, as all-weather would include tornados and hail storms, conditions that no airplane in existence has the capability to fly in. It can handle icing conditions very well and is usually equipped with all the bells and whistles for instrument flight, so all weather? no. Most-weather? Heck yes.

  In accepting or dealing a trip, the basic rule of thumb was that if the weather was legal to fly in, that the regulations allowed for you to dispatch in those conditions, then you were expected to accept. If you declined a trip and the weather was legal, you’d be explaining your reasons to the chief pilot in the morning, if not 10 minutes later when he/she got a call from the dispatch center. Trip declines were actually pretty rare.

  That’s not to say that there aren’t valid reasons for turning down a trip even when it was legal to go. It’s also not unreasonable to be asked to justify that decision to your employer. That’s why the captain gets the big bucks, haha.

  Long story short, on that night in early may of 2016 the weather was perfectly fine, nothing that would keep the captain I was paired with from accepting the trip. In fact, on that night, every single medevac airplane on contract with the Alberta Government had all received the same call asking for a “ weather check “ on the exact same trip. 

  They called these events a Mass Casualty Event. In this case it was a wildfire that had encroached on the town limits of Fort McMurray and the town was in the midst of being over run by the fire, they had made the call to evacuate the entire town of roughly 120,000 people.

  Earlier in the day, they had decided that the fire didn’t look like it was going to threaten the town and I guess conditions changed rapidly. The call to evacuate was a sudden call and caught a lot of people off guard.



  The majority of the people who were told to evacuate simply grabbed a few belongings, threw them and their families in their pickup trucks and hit the road, heading south on the single highway that led out of McMurray, down towards Edmonton and all the small communities in between.

  Actually, that’s not quite correct, there is another highway that leads north out of McMurray, but that’s not in the direction of any towns, it just leads to the private work camps and sites of the Oil Sands facilities. In the rush to evacuate, the highways and town streets became clogged with panicked residents. Grid lock ensued and their tons of videos of people trying to flee with the flames beside them on the road, embers falling on their cars, people driving across lawns. I think that’s part of the reason that a few thousand people actually went North instead of South and ended up at the gates of the privately owned oil-field camps.

  I actually think the oil sands companies didn’t get near enough credit  for their part in helping during this evacuation. The camps that were north of the city had private air strips for flying in their rotational workers and accommodation facilities for feeding and housing a couple thousand workers at a time. When the evacuees showed up at their door step, they took the initiative to call in their airline vendors who did their flying and told them, “ send all the planes now, we’re sending half our staff home, tonight. “. On their own dime, they emptied out their camps and made room to feed and house the evacueees, shut down their operations and incurred all the expenses of that, plus that of sending 1000 workers home in the middle of the night on any plane they could get their hands on.

 Those were the people that could grab their keys and run. The residents of the hospital, the senior citizen homes, among others, needed some help.

  I was very impressed with the province and the planning that they actually had in place for an event like this. There were literally several Sea Cans stashed in town that had basically a mobile field hospital and disaster response equipment in them. On an hour or two’s notice, this equipment was taken ( or was already at ) to the airstrip equipment hangar at the FireBag Airport, the private airstrip that serviced Suncors massive oil sands project. The large hangar was quickly converted to a field hospital, with beds, triage and staging areas, workers with vests and radios, desks, computers. Every bus in the city was pressed into service emptying out the old age homes and the hospital, bringing them to FireBag and processing them through the hangar and onto waiting planes. Ambulatory patients would be tagged for the regional Jets and smaller airliners, taking them to Calgary and Edmonton. Stretcher bound patients would be assessed for their in-flight medical care needs and paired up with an appropriately qualified medical team and the medevac plane waiting outside, for similar transport. Emergency beds for patients, and evacuees were being opened up around the province and people were being assigned a place to sleep even before they got processed through the hangar. Very impressive, to say the least!

  On our end, we got the call to get moving as quickly as we could, fly to FireBag and expect to be busy for the rest of the night, shuttling people down to Edmonton and Calgary.  

  FireBag airport is owned by Suncor and was basically designed to handle 2-3 planes at a time. 737s and CRJ regional jets were the most common plane they’d use. I assume on an operation as big as theirs, with a couple thousand workers on site, they’d have crew changes pretty much every day, as 3 737 aircraft will only handle about 350 people roughly. That night, they were going to try and move upwards of a thousand workers to make room for the fleeing residents of Fort McMurray, as well as the several hundred occupants and residents of the care homes and the hospital.


  Needless to say, that airstrip was operating way above capacity. Operating might even be a bit of a nice was to put it as well, controlled chaos would be more like it. When we landed on our first trip into FireBag, there was a line up of aircraft that had landed, cleared the runway onto the only taxiway and were basically held there, in a lineup, waiting for room to free up on the ramp to give us a place to park. The ramp, designed to hold 3 airliners, now held upwards of a dozen, shoehorned into every available inch of real estate. On top of that, off on the side of the ramp, away from the terminal building, was another half dozen king Airs and a couple Beech 1900s of the medevac providers.


  It was a good move to shut the ramp down and hold us, as the chaos and irregular operations, at night, on a crowded ramp, could have easily turned into something worse. We ended up sitting there for almost a half hour before they were able to shuffle a few planes around and make a hole for us to park.


  All the while, sitting there on the taxiway with our engines running, were watching airliners land on the runway behind us and similarly, clear the runway and line up behind us. By the time they moved a few of us onto the ramp, I could see that the last plane leaving the runway had just enough room to park on the taxiway and that was it, the next plane to land would not be  able to clear the runway and the whole airport would be gridlocked. I could see the lights of two more planes on approach in the clear night sky.


  Once onto the ramp, we shut down and got out, joining the huddle of coworkers and colleagues of other air service companies, all exchanging info about what was going on. We were eventually instructed to give our cell number to a coordinator and go inside the terminal and await our assignment of patient and destination. 


  I know I said it above, but it really needs to be repeated. Somewhere in your city there is a disaster management team that likely works for your town/city/province/state or regional emergency agency. Those people sit around and daydream ( in a good way ) about things like this. They’re likely paid fairly well and have a decent sized budget to buy things that never get used and make plans for things that never happen. They’re probably easy targets for budget cuts or political finger pointing. On a night like this one, I was in awe of what was going on around us. The equipment that was in place, the people that were filling roles and organizing things, it’s no accident that it was going as well as it was. 


  Inside the terminal, made for the oil workers to await their rides to and from work, there were some plastic chairs to sit on, bathrooms, and a pallet, literally, of snacks and bottled water. No time for niceties like tables, cutlery, glasses or hot food. Simply a pallets of boxes of cookies and potato chips as well as drink boxes of juice and bottles of water. Plunk it down in the middle of the lobby and move on. Blood sugar needs could be tended to by anyone walking by.


  It didn’t take long before we got our first customers. Most of the patients were low-acuity, meaning they needed little in the way of medical care encountered, they simply were unable to walk on or off the airliners that were alongside us, filling up with anyone who could walk on and did not require medical monitoring or care enroute.

  Two stretcher patients, one escort, two medics and a dog, that was our first load and off we went to take them to Edmonton.

  Taking off from Firebag you’d fly right over the top of the town of Fort McMurray, which was now actively burning as the fire chewed right through entire subdivisions. Overhead, there wasnt a lot to see at night, other than the black smoke “ shadows “ that blocked out the streetlights as you passed over. 



  The municipal firefighters kept up the fight as long as they could, but eventually had to pull back and I think eventually they were waved off completely. The power and streetlights stayed on as the fire moved from house to house, but the fire was way too active for the firefighters to safely do much other than pull back. I tried to get some pictures as we flew over, but they didn’t really turn out very well in the poor lighting. 

  It was just under an hours flight down to Edmonton and the route that you flew over roughly paralleled the straight line of the main prairie highway below us. Clearly visible from 24,000 feet as a line of red tail lights for well over two hundred kilometers as evacuating traffic inched along, 80,000 people out for a nights drive to the big city.

  I think I remember hearing that out of all the chaos and panic of that afternoon and night, there was only one fatality. Some unfortunate person was run over at a gas station, jammed with cars and trucks, at night.

 We managed to get three trips I think, before we “ duty-ed “out in the early AM and no longer had any allowable hours left by regulation. We passed the torch to the next team and I think they kept going for much of the next day. 



  In Edmonton, they were equally prepared. Similar sea-cans, stuffed with make-shift stretchers were unloaded into the giant Alberta Health Hangar, transforming it from an airplane garage into a massive hospital room. Airplanes unloading their cargo on the ramp outside and blasting off to go back for more, staff getting patients processed inside. Either off to a local hospital, care-home bed, school gymnasium or collected by relatives.



 The fire was front page news for a couple months, along with all the success stories of the evacuation. There were a few stories, mostly politically motivated about different mistakes that were made or were shown as mistakes in the clear light of day from someone’s armchair days later. In the middle of the night, with all of the pressure and confusion going on, I’m simply amazed that as few mistakes were made.



  3 or 4 months later I got an envelope from the Province of Alberta. Inside was a letter from the premier of Alberta, a Certificate of Appreciation and a little Medallion? Coin? Commemorating the event. 



  Somewhere on the desk of one of those disaster planning people, even this little detail was something to be planned for, delegated to and written up in a binder, placed on a shelf and hopefully never pulled down.