Flight up to Iqaluit
Trip Start May 02, 2013
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I knew it was going to be a long flight because the winds were not really in my favor. Right as I got into Canada everyone on the radio was speaking French. That was definitely something new to me. They of course would not speak French when talking to me. The way that controllers can tell planes apart is by what there tail number starts with
For any pilots out there, my route and power information was as follows:
KMMU BREZY V39 SOARS V419 JUDDS CAM V447 YSC BV V386 VBS AR13 DG 54N70W YVP YFP CYFB
17.000 ft 45% power @ 10.4 Gallons Per Ho
Right as I got into Canada, the controller asked me if I wanted to go direct destination. I thought, sure why not...it will get me there a little faster. Right as I plugged in direct CYFB, I was flying in a straight line for 1,200 NM. That was a long long long time to sit there flying in a straight line. It was very interesting to fly over northern Quebec. There is literally nothing out there! As I approached the Hutson Strait, I put on my immersion suit. I did this because I thought I would be flying over water. It ended up being all frozen, but was good practice putting on the suit. It was very difficult to put on the immersion suit in the plane
It was an amazing site coming into Iqaluit. I have never seen so much ice in my life. There were heavy winds, but I managed to set the plane down just fine. When I landed, there was snow drifting across the runway because of the wind. I was about to figure out one of the mistakes I made on my trip...
The guy in the tower told me to taxi over to where my handler and the customs officer were. I was so glad to be on the ground. When I turned off my engine ,the customs officers told me to get in the back of their SUV. They then proceeded to ask me for my passport. I confidently handed them my passport case. The officer opened it and said "there is nothing in here." I thought, "OH SHIT."
After tearing the plane apart (not literally) for an hour in the -25 degree temperature, my passport was no where to be found. I was so worried that it was either stolen or that I left it at one of my previous stops. I called everyone that might know where it was, and it was no where to be found. The customs officers were very nice and let me proceed into Iqaluit. The big problem was moving onward from Iqaluit.
I called my mom again when I got to where I was staying and told her one place where I thought my passport could've been
I needed some rest after such a long flight, so I decided I would figure out what to do in the morning.