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Friday, February 6, 2009

"That – now that – would be an adventure."





Here is an article from the Toronto Star about the Ice Road heading out of Yellowknife up to the diamond mines. Nuna Logistics is located about a five minute walk from where I am living.



Driving with the ice road truckers

Driving an ice road through Canada's chilly Barren Lands is for hardy truckers – and the birds

MARK RICHARDSON
WHEELS EDITOR

Feb 06, 2009

LOCKHART LAKE, N.W.T.–The sky is as white as the ground as we drive across the lake ice. Short trees dot the shallow hills along the shoreline while the distance rolls by. Then suddenly, the window fills with black.

PHOTOS: Ice road odyssey

A raven, as long as my arm, flies alongside, so close it can be touched, looking at us in the Jeep.

"The truckers feed them, you know," says Pat McCloskey, riding shotgun in the passenger seat. "The birds will take bread right from their hands at 30 km/h."

It's forbidden, though. "Feeding wildlife while operating/travelling on or near the Winter Road is strictly prohibited," states the rule book. "Penalty, First Offence: Banned from the Winter Road."

There are many, many rules that truckers must adhere to if they want to be flown up here to earn $500 a day, plus all food and expenses. They haul supplies north from Yellowknife to the three diamond mines of the Northwest Territories, but just for the two months each year that the 400-kilometre ice road exists across the frozen lakes of the Barren Lands.

McCloskey, director of community and corporate affairs for Diavik Diamond Mines, hands over the rule book:

No speeding on the ice. Limits are no more than 35 km/h, and down to 15 km/h in some places, even 10 km/h entering and leaving the portages between lakes. Any faster sends a wave of water under the frozen surface that can build with speed and blow the ice, sending a truck down.

No stopping or parking on the ice. Concentrated weight and heat from the truck will damage the ice, perhaps even melting it past its ability to support a 60-tonne truck and load.

No messing about on the ice. Trucks travel in convoys of three and four, spaced half a kilometre apart. All drivers carry survival kits to cope with temperatures that routinely drop below —40C.

And last year, there was a new rule: No media cameras in or attached to the trucks, and no transportation of media personnel. The Winter Road Joint Venture organizers were fed up with the Ice Road Truckers.

"I don't know what I'm doing now," says Alex Debogorski, one of the stars of the cult TV show's two seasons. "They say they want to film a third season but they haven't called me yet. And now I'm losing money because I could be out there driving the Road."

And then he laughs, a deep, rolling laugh, a laugh now recognized in more than two dozen countries and so popular that it can be downloaded as a ring tone. A laugh heard by 3.4 million people in the U.S. alone when Ice Road Truckers became the History Channel's highest-rated show ever.

And it's a laugh that will be heard across Canada next month, when the series' first season debuts March 4 on History Television.

"When it airs in Canada, I have a little bit of trepidation about what's going to come out of the woodwork," says Debogorski, 56, born in Grande Cache, Alta., but a Yellowknife resident since 1976.

"This movie thing has put a twist in my life – things just aren't the same anymore."

Debogorski gets mail from around the world from people who send him warm underwear, bottles of Jack Daniel's whisky, you name it. On the show, he's the religious one, a devout Catholic with 11 children and nine grandchildren.

In the summertime, tourists stop by his house to meet him, and all year long, truckers call to find out how they can get jobs on the ice road. After all, it was Debogorski's photo in last year's People magazine that proclaimed Ice Road Truckers to be "TV's Hottest Manly Men."

Ice Road Truckers is a reality series to its fans and a docu-soap to its critics. In the first season, half a dozen truckers are followed risking their lives on the ice. It's a daylong crawl to the farthest mine — it used to be 600 km, a day and a half, before a more distant mine closed down — and the show plays up the danger for all it's worth.

Every week, the heroic drivers brave whiteouts and bitter wind chill to survive the haul. Every week, the same footage is replayed of a transport truck breaking through the ice to a frigid, watery grave.

But whiteouts are less dangerous at 15 km/h, and the truck cabs are generally warm. Dispatchers along the way close the road if it's deemed too dangerous by the security crews who patrol constantly.

And the crashing truck? It's a one-sixth scale model, four metres long, being pulled through a snowy scene that's made from sugar and shaved ice. It was filmed in California by "some of Hollywood's greatest special effects masters," according to the series' DVD. After all, transport trucks don't crash through the ice anymore.

"As long as you drive within the rules, it's about impossible to wreck," says Debogorski. "For me, it isn't dangerous. In fact it's boring, but TV's got to make something out of all these truckers doing 15 mph on the ice."

One of the longest lake crossings, says McCloskey, is called "Two Movie Lake" by the drivers, because they have time to watch two movies on dash-mounted DVD players as they plod slowly north. The scenery is monotonous and usually dark, and even the magical Northern Lights on a clear night seem routine by the 10th long haul.

Out on frozen Gordon Lake, we pull up in the Jeep Grand Cherokee to a pair of ice inspectors, dragging a radar monitor behind them to measure the ice depth.

"Ice Road Truckers! That fairy tale?" says Paul Nobert of Kamloops, who comes here each winter to work for Nuna Logistics, the road's constructor.

"You watch that show and you think the ice will give way any moment, but I'll tell you – when the ice is three-foot thick, it's not giving way."

The ice does crack under the weight of the big rigs, but this is a good thing. As anyone here will tell you, ice is a flexible membrane across the top of the lake's water, and it will bend under load. Cracking means it's healing itself as the weight passes over. No cracking means the ice is too soft – not strong enough.

In fact, the most dangerous time on the ice is at the beginning of construction season, usually early December, when the road first takes shape. Helicopters fly overhead and measure the ice depth, and once there's a consistent 12 inches of ice – that's 30 cm, but ice is measured in inches up here – Hagland vehicles, tracked and buoyant, head out onto the portages to compress the snow and help the ground to freeze.

At 16 inches, Sno-Cats go onto the ice to clear away the insulating snow. The road is flooded to create ice on the surface and help increase the depth. People and equipment do go through the ice at this time; every several years, somebody is lost. A plate of ice will break away and tip the vehicle into the open water, bobbing back into place afterwards and preventing escape from below. The shock of the cold is swift to kill.

The truckers, however, see nothing of this. By 29 inches, the first lightly loaded transport trucks can head out; this season, it opened last Sunday, the first day of February.

The most fragile area of ice is close to the shoreline, where it is warmest and thinnest. Sometimes, especially if the truck has been travelling too quickly, an axle will break through; the driver leaps from the truck and waits inside the cab of another in the convoy for rescue, and the tow truck will wait for the ice to freeze again properly before lifting the transport out.

The ice gains thickness at about an inch every couple of days. Once there's a minimum of 42 inches of ice, measured in the centre and at each edge of the 50 metre-wide roadway, it can carry whatever load the trucks can haul.

"The days of just driving and stopping and saying 'Gee, the ice looks good here,' are long gone," says Erik Madsen, director of Winter Road operations.

"With this road, safety comes first all the time, and Ice Road Truckers just made a mockery of everything we do."

By the end of the two-month season, the ice can be more than 60 inches thick. The road closes because the snow melts on the land and turns the road to gumbo, not because the lakes can't bear the weight.

We press on north to the rest point at Lockhart Lake, 300 km northeast of Yellowknife and right on the edge of the treeless Barrens, where we'll check on the facility, eat lunch and then turn back for home before the short day finally fades. Our Jeep and a GMC Sierra pickup from the maintenance fleet pass the crawling trucks with ease, though swirling snow cuts visibility and slows our speed. Light vehicles have a speed limit of 80 km/h.

The ice is the best part of the drive, smooth and flat, sticky as pavement in the cold. The portages between lakes are bumpy and jarring, sometimes a steep ascent off the ice for which trucks must build speed to conquer. The radio crackles with conversation among the drivers.

"Welcome back to the ice road," says one trucker to another in his convoy, touching his tires to the ice for the first time this lucrative season. "Up here, there's only two temperatures: Cold, and Effing Cold."

Those drivers are lucky to be working. Loads are down this year. Demand for diamonds has dropped as the world's recession bites into the vanity of humanity. The clear diamonds found in northern Canada have lost some of their lustre.

Ice Road Truckers portrays the season as a desperate race against time to get vital supplies to the mines, too costly to fly in during the rest of the year, but it was only in 2006, an unusually warm season, that the road failed to achieve its maximum capacity.

It made up for it the following year, when the show's first season was filmed and almost 11,000 loads were hauled for a record 330,000 tonnes. This year, though, the target is just 200,000 tonnes of supplies, mostly diesel fuel, cement and explosives. Besides, the mines have been constructed now and their open pits are being replaced with underground tunnels – there's less need for prefab buildings and new gravel trucks.

Those southern drivers who call Alex Debogorski looking for work up here are now out of luck. The 800 drivers of 2007 became just 550 drivers in 2008, and there are fewer still this winter.

This didn't deter Ice Road Truckers, though. The second season is arguably more exciting, as it follows Debogorski and others on trucking missions across the frozen delta north of Inuvik, hauling massive equipment on the (allegedly) less stable ice of the Arctic Ocean.

Will there be a third season? Debogorski, at home in Yellowknife, smiles at the thought.

"You know, a guy told me about an ice road north out of Cambridge Bay, right on the top of Canada, heading a hundred kilometres out over the ocean to some places on the islands. There's a huge truck that hauls sleds behind it, just piling black smoke from the stack straight up into the air, and the Inuit go ahead and clear the road of polar bears.

"That – now that – would be an adventure."


Mark Richardson is the editor of wheels. Email him atmrichardson@thestar.ca

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

the long detour (globe&mail article)



http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20050813.NWT13/TPStory/specialTravel/?pageRequested=all



A 2,500-kilometre detour to nowhere

GUY NICHOLSON gets all the gravel he can handle as he veers off the RV-infested Alaska Highway to explore NWT's rugged routes

Special to The Globe and Mail

THE MACKENZIE HIGHWAY, NWT -- I wake up from my nap at 2:30 p.m., about 90 minutes out of Fort Resolution. To the right, scrub bush hugging the shoulder like a wall. Straight ahead, gravel road stretching to the horizon.

To my left in the driver's seat is my girlfriend, and she's not pleased. The gravel started nearly an hour ago, and we still have more than seven hours ahead of us. She has never driven unpaved surfaces for more than a few kilometres, and her knuckles are white from thoughts of a breakdown so far from anywhere.

After an overtaking oil truck nearly puts us in the ditch, she's ready to reassess our plan to take the road less travelled, and we pull over to study the map. Turning back to take the only other route would add not a few hours but a full day, so we decide to carry on -- with me in the driver's seat.

Welcome to the Northwest Territories, where the days are long, the roads are lonely and even a basic road trip means spending the better part of a week in the car. It's not without its hardships, but if your cottage road is starting to look like a suburb, it might be for you.

This summer, our cottage road is the Alaska Highway -- hardly the beaten track, but no longer the grand adventure of lore. We have lots of time to complete our trip from Toronto to Anchorage, so we're taking a 2,500-kilometre detour north from Edmonton, hoping to see something different before rejoining the Alaska-bound tourists near Fort Nelson, B.C.

Day 1

Edmonton to Grimshaw, Alta.

We fortify ourselves with breakfast, groceries and gas, and leave town by 10 a.m. Turning north on No. 43, a smooth four-lane provincial highway, it seems hard to believe that it will take us three days to reach Yellowknife. Our tires speed across a rolling range land of oil derricks and mustard and flax fields that gradually weaves into boreal forest, a mere hint of what the coming week will hold. But the road shrinks to two lanes as we pass a construction crew and dozens of massive machines, reminding us how much work is required to hew a road from the wilderness.

Near Valleyview, a young man in a cowboy hat rides a horse beside the highway -- we're still in cowboy country, for sure. Our driving day comes to an end at the dusty farm community of Grimshaw, where we debate camping before choosing a room in a cheap roadside motel.

Day 2

Grimshaw to Hay River, NWT

Grimshaw is Mile Zero for the Mackenzie Highway, the spine of our road trip. The highway's origins go back to the settlement of northern Alberta, but it was extended north into the NWT after gold and oil were found there in the early 1900s. It still carries the territory's resources out, but it also brings a few thousand hardy tourists north each year.

Still in Alberta, we pull over for a washroom break in Manning, named for late premier Ernest Manning. We re-emerge to realize we've driven into the middle of the rodeo-weekend parade. Despite the drizzle, everyone in town is either driving a truck pulling a float or watching the procession, so we look for a place to pull over without blocking the view. Clowns are tossing candy and kids are scrambling for it in the middle of the highway.

North of High Level, the fields disappear for good into a wall of bush. It starts to get so monotonous that I begin to feel dozy and pull over to stretch, but I'm forced to hustle back into the car as a cloud of mosquitoes officially welcomes me to the North. The scenery finally starts to improve about 75 kilometres past the frontier at Alexandra Falls, where the Hay River plunges 30 metres into a broad gorge.

As dinnertime approaches, we reach our second night's destination: the town of Hay River, which was established as a Hudson's Bay post in the 1860s and is now the second-largest community in the territory. We stay at the Harbour House Bed & Breakfast, where a small beach is all that separates us from the south shore of Great Slave Lake. The adjoining port sends boats loaded with supplies to the NWT's more remote northern communities, some of which receive just one shipment a year because the summer breakup is so short. The maritime feel is an unexpected departure from the farms and forests we passed all day.

Day 3

Hay River to Yellowknife

We get a late start, so it's nearly noon by the time we turn up the Yellowknife Highway and reach the ferry for Fort Providence across the Mackenzie River. The water moves quickly enough that the boat has to find a spot in the jetty's lee to dock, but the river does freeze over in the cold months. An ice bridge is cleared every winter, but a planned $57-million bridge will soon change the way people and freight cross this mighty waterway. Perhaps it will also lower the gas prices -- at least 20 cents a litre more than in Ontario.

We're barely off the ferry when we encounter our first wood bison. There are 2,500 of these 1,000-kilogram beasts in the roadside Mackenzie Bison Sanctuary and we see at least 75 of them in two hours. Swarmed by masses of flies, they stroll unperturbed down the shoulder of the road, munching grass and dropping mounds of dung as cars pass close by. Several are killed every year in collisions with vehicles, so we're happy to arrive safely at our friend's apartment in Yellowknife.

Days 4, 5 and 6

Yellowknife

Home to about 20,000 people, the territorial capital is no metropolis, but it feels like one after the long trip from Edmonton. We spend three days hiking, fishing and boning up on local history. Yellowknife's diamond boom is sending ripples through the real-estate and service sectors, inflating prices and salaries while the city negotiates with native leaders to secure more land for expansion.

The population is a mix from all over the world; the established native and white populations mingle with Armenian diamond cutters, Vietnamese restaurateurs and a clique of African cab drivers.

It's a fascinating time to visit, but Yellowknife is just a footnote on this particular trip -- the road beckons.

Day 7

Yellowknife to Checkpoint

The bison are out again as we make our way back south again to the Mackenzie Highway just west of Kakisa where a road sign tells us Vancouver is 2,725 kilometres away. This leg of our trip is much shorter than that, but the 500 clicks of gravel road directly ahead to Fort Liard seem equally daunting. There are no services, no people and seemingly no wildlife ahead.

After my nap and our crisis of faith, we drive through intermittent rain for a while, which teaches us to differentiate among grades of rough road. The best is dry chip seal, a quick-and-dirty replacement for pavement. The worst is wet, potholed gravel, which is slippery and jarring. It takes us nearly four hours to arrive at Checkpoint, Mackenzie's junction with the southbound Liard Highway. There is one motel option, and despite the high rate -- $100 for a tiny double -- we take it, too worn out to continue.

Finding staff must be hard in a place like Checkpoint. The clerk who takes our money may or may not be of high-school age, and the housekeeper looks younger still. Even more unusual is the trickle of guests who pull in after us: In the morning, all three vehicles in the parking lot bear Ontario plates.

Day 8

Checkpoint to the Alaska Highway

Morning breaks with the weather and the road is wet again, but the rest has made us feel better equipped to deal with the conditions on the back road out of the NWT. The Liard Highway is gravel and bush all the way to the B.C. boundary and was opened to the public barely a decade ago, but the territorial government promotes it as a leg of the Deh Cho Trail, a giant loop that includes both our trip and the route between Fort Nelson and Grimshaw.

Fortune smiles upon us; the Liard has survived the rain without major problems. The road is featureless but safe as we drive past Blackstone Territorial Park, at the tip of Nahanni National Park Reserve, and catch our first glimpses of the Mackenzie Mountains. They're mere foothills compared with those along the Alaska Highway, but they look like the Himalayas after the flat land we've come through.

The only fuel we find south of Checkpoint is at Fort Liard, just north of the B.C. boundary and the resumption of pavement. On a map, it looks like we're almost back to the Alaska Highway, but this corner of the NWT is still remarkably isolated. We will drive 200 kilometres before we reach the final junction of our detour, and pass a total of 10 northbound vehicles all day.

We give a little cheer when we rejoin the stream of RVs, cyclists and hitchhikers on the Alaska Highway west of Fort Nelson. Accommodations are plentiful, gas is cheaper and the scenery's more dramatic. Even the flies are more laid-back. But it's also a little predictable, like that developed cottage road. It makes our detour feel worthwhile.

Pack your bags

WHERE TO STAY

Harbour House B & B: 1 Lakeshore Dr., Hay River, NWT; 867-874-2233. Starts at around $85 for a double room in summer.

Checkpoint Motel: Fort Simpson, NWT; 867-695-2953. Starts at around $100 for a double in summer.

MORE INFORMATION

Alberta Tourism: travelalberta.com.

NWT Tourism: http://www.explorenwt.com.

Hay River: http://www.assembly.gov.nt.ca/VisitorInfoNWTMapandHistory/HayRiver.html.

Yellowknife: http://www.yellowknife.ca.

Alaska Highway: http://www.bellsalaska.com/alaska_highway.html.

READING

The Milepost 2005 57th Edition, is the bible of north-country travel; The Alaska Highway, by Ron Dalby (Folcrum); World Famous Alaska Highway: A Guide to the Alcan & Other Wilderness Roads of the North, by Tricia Brown (Graphic Arts Center Publishing).


Friday, January 30, 2009

Merv Hardie ferry closes for the season / Merritt Street car vs. ambulance


Merv Hardie closes - from Northern New Services files

The Merv Hardie Ferry, which crosses the Mackenzie River near Fort Providence, is done for the season now that the ice bridge is open to heavy traffic.

"The Merv Hardie Ferry has ceased operations for the season and it's expected to being in operation in mid-May," said Earl Blacklock, manager of communications with the Department of Transportation.

- Herb Mathisen

http://www.dot.gov.nt.ca/_live/pages/roadreportsHistory/RoadReportsHTMLViewer.aspx?SectionId=63

Call toll free 1 800 661 0750 for the latest information
Mackenzie River Crossing 
Km 25 Yellowknife Hwy (NWT 3) 
Fort Providence, NWT
Ice RoadFerry
Light Traffic <>> 60 Tonne 
Capacity
ClosedFirst TripLast Trip 
2007 / 2008Dec 16/07N/AApr 14/08N/AN/A
2006 / 2007Dec 08/06Jan 22/07Apr 13/07May 12/06Jan 22/07
2005 / 2006Jan 17/06Feb 03/06Apr 18/06May 12/05Feb 03/06
EarliestNov 28/90Jan 06/05Apr 12/96May 06/93Dec 27/86
LatestJan 24/02Feb 16/88May 05/66May 31/62Feb 10/88
Last 5 years avg.Dec 23Jan 22Apr 16May 16Jan 22
Last 10 years avg.Dec 29Jan 20Apr 18May 14Jan 20
Last 15 years avg.Dec 24Jan 19Apr 19May 14Jan 18
Last 20 years avg.Dec 21Jan 20Apr 18May 13Jan 18
Last 25 years avg.Dec 19N/AApr 18May 14N/A
Last 30 years avg.Dec 18N/AApr 18May 14N/A
Last 35 years avg.Dec 17N/AApr 19May 14N/A
Last 40 years avg.N/AN/AApr 19May 16N/A
Last 45 years avg.N/AN/AN/AMay 16May 16

 


Another Crash on Merrit Street

When is Thorold and the Region going to recognize that there is a need for a median on Merrit Street. I can think of about three serious/fatal collisions on that hill in the last two years. If I can do it don't you think that the roads department should recognize it too. That is the problem with our govenments, sometimes they get so intune with repair schedules and industry reccomendations that they overlook simple math that sometimes collisions occur in areas more than others. I was happy to read that the OPP recognized the QEW between Mountian Road and Glendale was an area of concern and they have been able through patrols and highway speed management as well as widening the highway there from 4 NARROW lanes to six wide lanes to reduce fatalities. Here is the story of how a car slid across Merrit Street and hit an ambulance. I hope that the police will look into the reports that the roads were icy and that the roads departments can look at whether or not salting/sanding this hill could have prevented the collision. I wish everyone involved in this situation a speedy recovery. 

Relief from ambulance's arrival turns into concern when it collides with car

Posted By By TIFFANY MAYER St.Catharines Standard

Posted 2 hours ago
Lyle Satchell choked on the words. “I was just totally upset. My kids were freaking out,” the St. Catharines man mustered.

Friday afternoon, Satchell relived how he felt when an ambulance carrying his wife, Anita, 49, collided with a car on Merritt Road a day earlier, just metres from the Satchells’ Ball Avenue home.

With lights and sirens blaring, the ambulance was rushing Anita to St. Catharines General Hospital just before 5 p.m. for what Satchell believed was a heart attack, when the driver of an Oldsmobile heading south on Merritt Road lost control and slid across the centre line into the northbound ambulance’s path.

Despite being strapped to a gurney, Satchell said his wife flew forward just as the paramedic by her side was trying to insert an intravenous needle into her arm. Anita then fell to the floor, hitting her face and side.Satchell was just getting into his car to follow the ambulance when a neighbour came over to tell him about the collision. “By the time I could get into the car, the police already had the road blocked off,” Satchell said. “There were sirens going like crazy. I couldn’t get down the hill to get any kind of sense of things.”

The 88-year-old Thorold woman driving the Oldsmobile is in critical condition in a Hamilton hospital after being extricated from her car. Anita is recovering from what turned out to be an angina attack. She also has hearing trouble and vision problems plaguing her since the crash. “She’s in a lot of pain,” Satchell said.

The ambulance driver was uninjured but the paramedic attending to Anita sustained some injuries. Merritt Street resident Kevin Bergman, who helped direct traffic around the accident scene Thursday, said the road, which hikes up the escarpment, is treacherous in winter. “People just don’t slow down on the hill, and being icy, it just creates more of a problem,” Bergman said.Niagara Regional Police are still investigating the crash. Any witnesses are asked to call the collision reconstruction unit at 905-688-4111, ext. 5500.

Picture from Panoramio - Ball Avenue near Merritt Street

http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/14204161.jpg


Saturday, December 6, 2008

Day 8 --> Hay River to Yellowknife, NT

Day Eight à Hay River, NT to Yellowknife, NT 482 Kms,

Total Kms. 5,192 kms (other distances related 5,271 Bangor Maine to San Diego California and 5,654 from Seattle to Key West)





Time 8:45 AM and still very dark.


The final day of driving started out with breakfast at the Keys Restaurant at the Ptarmigan Inn. I checked out of the hotel and went for fuel before heading out onto the Ha River Highway (#2) I drove the 40 km to Enterprise a tiny hamlet of about 90 people and turned to the west. There had been about two inches of snow over night so there was some snow on the road which made the drive go at about 90 km/h. The Ferry had been put back in and I expected the highway to be busier. Every once and a while a wave of two or three cars and trucks would come past in the other direction. I turned onto highway #3 and drove towards Fort Providence.




I arrived at the ferry at about 11:45 and waited about ten minutes for the ferry to arrive. There were about five trucks in line and because they could only go one at a time, I was able to drive right on with a tandem-trailer truck. The crossing took about ten minutes and was really smooth. The work on the bridge is about a third of the way out with pilings so the finish date of 2010 might be hard but once they get the decking done it will really go I expect. There were two tractor-trailers and two SUV’s on the other side waiting to cross south. I put another ten dollars in the tank and heard that the drive was pretty clear except for some bison. I was also warned that there was “NOTHING” between Fort Providence and Yellowknife. As soon as you cross the Mackenzie River there are signs warning about Buffalo/Bison. Ian had told me that they would be along the side of the road but he had never seen them on and that I needed to stay alert. It helped that they are North America’s largest land animal, they have dark brown hair and are set into a white back ground. I took the advice and watched the road and the sides closely. About an hour into the four hour drive to Yellowknife from Fort Providence, I saw the first pair close to the brush line. About twenty minutes later a herd was seen on the other side.




I continued the drive long and boring just thinking like the Little Engine that Could … “I think I can… I think I can” As I approached the final 100 km it was starting to get darker (this is at 3:00 too.) I rounded the last corner and came up to the lights of the Airport what a nice sight to see, lights and buildings.




I pulled into the Northern Frontier Visitors’ Centre and got my certificate for coming “North of 60” I picked up a map and headed down the street to City Hall where I finally got to meet Cathy Tumoth from the HR Department. I was introduced to the other people in that department and also in the community services department before being sent down the road to the pool where I was greeted by the Supervisor and Assistant Supervisor and some lifeguards. I took a quick tour of the facility and was told that I start on Monday at 8:00 AM. I left there to check into the Nova Hotel (and apartments) where I found my room to be a suite including a full kitchen, dining area/living room, bedroom, laundry and bath. I have this for two weeks. I went over to see Michele, Nia and Sean and came back late to partially unpack and for the long drive to sink in. Tomorrow I will be getting the kitchen set up and resting for a change.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Day 7 --> Hay River, NT

Day 7 --> Hay River, NT

Well the ferry is not operating so I have extended my stay in Hay River.

Here are the details of the ferry. Have you heard the expression up the creek without a paddle, while I am in Hay River without a ferry.







Highway 3

The Merv Hardie ferry crosses the Mackenzie River at Km 24 of the Yellowknife Highway (Highway 3). It usually operates from mid-May to January.Current Status:The Merv Hardie is shut down until further notice due to low water levels.

In the absence of a map today I am posting this picture instead. Hopefully mostof you will find the humor in it.




http://www.knitting-crochet.com/crochet/images/mendiaswepic1-2.GIF






Today I watched the doors of Rideau Hall open and close for about two hours and then the Hon. Rob Nicholson told the House of Commons that this session had been prorouged. I watched the leaders speak and was trying to find out why Mr. Dion couldn't have found a better postion to give his response than in the lobby with people walking behind surely with all the members of parliment who signed his document, he could of had them form a human wall reenting peple from walking behind him while he gave his speech. He should have also told Bob Rae what he was planning to say because the Leader and Leadership hopeful werent singing from the same page.

I had a chance to go into some shops and met a few people who Ian and Michele knew. I also went to the swimming pool where I met up with Mandy Makepeace who I used to work with at Brock University pool and also for one summer at Sir Adam Beck Generating Station.

I will be going out with Lisa and Dustin tonight for some dessert at the Woodshed.

UPDATE: 18:00 Mountain Time
The Merv Hardie ferry crosses the Mackenzie River at Km 24 of the Yellowknife Highway (Highway 3). It usually operates from mid-May to January.


Current Status: The Merv Hardie has resumed operations with a load limit of 70,000 kg.