Friday, June 18, 2010

A front-end loader, I shit you not...

When you move to a new place there is a lot you can say - both good and bad. I have both. What I'll start with, though, is the funniest...

You see, it was one misstep after another when I first arrived. Grin and bear it, right? Blah, blah, blah (those stories can be saved for another post). The fact that I had no water, no phone, and a housing office that had no record of me were all par for the course in the north. What was really frustrating was that it took me two days hunting around and asking absolute strangers if I could hire them to help me move my stuff from the tiny airport. No luck until this afternoon.

This afternoon, after many rebuffs from this wonderful northern carrier, good ole First Air, I got lucky. I've never had problems with them before; in fact, I've always preferred their cuisine. What I've found, though, is that community-based airports are far from standard. Though I live very close to the runway (and the First Air cube van drives back and forth all the time), I could not organize a delivery.

My solution, I shit you not, was something I won't forget. This is my view to the front (and down):
...and this is the view behind...

I was basically standing on the 'loader' part of a front-end loader being delivered to the airport in a grand fashion. When I got there, the guy holding down the fort said, "how is it possible that you've been in town for only a few days, yet you are able to find a taxi?" All I could think was, "It wasn't without difficulties."

Ta da!


And these are the guys after dropping off my stuff...


And this is, I can say, a happy ending I can sink my teeth into...

1 comment:

Jim said...

"Let the Adventure begin" ... Sounds like the effort SOME grads go through to be transported to their prom!!
Enjoy your coffee.