Monday, May 29, 2006

Back to Bronson

The battery on my Powershot G2 is no longer accepting a charge. In looking for a replacement, I wandered into Futureshop's and London Drug's websites. Both listed a replacement lithium - ion battery at well over $100. After calming from myself down from the initial shock, I decided to browse the internet even further to see if I could do better in the pricing dept, and better I found. It'll be my first purchase on Ebay, and hopefully it'll be here in a week or so. Until then however, any photos will have to come from my pda. Now, my pda, a Palm Treo 650, is a pretty neat unit, but the little camera that comes with it.....sucks.

So, flying, right..... This past weekend I took another trip up to Bronson Creek. The camp there has been quite full for the past little while so the diesel generators that supply the camp electricity have been sucking back a fair amount of dead dinosaurs. In order to replenish the diesel supply, I was to bring 34 45 gallon drums in from Bob Quinn, some 30ish miles up the river.

I left Prince George at 7:30 in the morning. Lucky for me, the forecast for Northern BC was for clear skies most of the day. A quick fuel stop in Smithers, then I was up and over the Coast Mountain range, passing by the Cambria icefields, over hwy 37A near Stewart BC, more mountains and glaciers, until I started my steep decent into Bronson. Descending down the Bronson Creek valley towards the strip I saw remnants of a once very active mining area. Way, way up in the alpine, above the tree line, was a full on exploration camp. Not just one or two wood huts like one would expect to see in the alpine, about 10 buildings that looked extremely out of place for where they were. The end of May, and they were still almost completely covered in snow. Further down the small valley was the Johnny Mountain Mine. This mine has a landing strip beside it that is about 4000' long, about 4000' up the mountain. This gold mine shut down in the mid 90's due to the high cost of operations (being in the middle of nowhere, halfway up a mountain), and the low cost of gold at the time. Most of the buildings are still there and the facility is owned by Skyline Gold Coporation. I'm not sure what they plan to do with it.

In the span of the day I flew 5 loads from Bob Quinn to Bronson Creek. Each time I flew back to Bob Quinn, the empty Caravan climbed with ease up above 5000' of mountain, direct from Bronson. However, fully loaded she didn't quite have it to climb up in time to get over the mountains, so it was down the Iskut river we went, offering a different look at the scenery.

The kind folks at Bronson offered to feed me and let me spend the night. However, hearing a rumour of rain in the forecast for the next day, I decided that, after the fuel was delivered, I would head off back to Prince George. At 17:30, I lifted off Bronson for the last time that day, up the Iskut River valley. Once I was overhead the surrounding peaks, It was a right turn on course, back over the Coast Mountains, inlets, and Glaciers, to fuel up in Smithers. I was home before daylight was out (not a hard task these days) at 2100.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Places that are just plain (or plane?) cool...

One of the many, many reasons I love my job is the fact I get to go to so many cool places that I would otherwise have no reason to visit. Based in Thompson, I flew to a suprising amount of places that I'm glad I got to see and would recommend to people if they get the chance. Servicing fishing lodges, I got to enjoy gorgeous lakes and locations in Northern Manitoba. These include Egenolf Lake, Nueltin Lake, and Nejanilini Lake. On the shore of the latter stood the remnants of Duck Lake Post, an old Hudson's Bay Company fur trading post that has long since abandoned. In Nunavut, I've landed a Cessna 206 on an esker next to the shore of Ennadai Lake, visiting an outfitter lodge there. Skimed over red tundra and short short trees traveling to Cullaton Lake where all the equipment from an abandoned mine was now buried underground. Saw whales on the shore of Churchill, MB, where I also flew around Fort Prince of Wales which has existed for over 300 years. Visited the Keewatin District of Nunavut, on the West shore of Hudsons Bay, in the dead of winter where a blanket of white is only disturbed by towns and snowmobiles. To top it all off, many, many nights I have gazed upon the most awesome displays of Northern Lights.



Here in BC, there is definitely no shortage of neat places to visit. I always enjoyed flying up and down the Pacific Coast, stopping in places such as Tofino, Port Hardy, Bella Bella and Bella Coola to take in the coastal lifestyle. Flying down Chilko Lake to Tsuniah Lake was also memorable as it took me over gorgeous Coastal mountains, glaciers, and lakes. Finally, although I've gone up and down it numerous times already, Williston Lake and the Finlay Valley have yet to get boring. I now have a spot picked out just Northwest of Mackenzie where I'm guaranteed to see Moose. It's all been awesome. I cannot help but look down upon the Earth and be amazed by every square mile I see.


A few weeks ago, I got to go to the coolest strip that I've yet to visit, Bronson Creek. Nestled in the Northern Coastal Mountains, Bronson Creek sits right next to the Iskut River, miles away from where it flows into the Stikine and Alaska. The strip itself sits around 500' while mountains in the area tower up to near 9000', leading to impressive views. An area with a rich history in mining, Bronson used to be a very active airstrip. It was regularly serviced from places such as Terrace and Smithers and was frequented by both fixed with and helicopter companies. Although I'm not sure who originally started the strip, it was Cominco that operated it before it was unregistered and listed as abandoned in the Canadian Flight Supplement in the late 90's.


As terrain rises rapidly in close quarters to the strip, it's a VFR only strip, so weather needs to be good. My trip to Bronson took place in the Caravan. A normally single crewed airplane, I was accompanied by a pilot with far more experience in the area then myself. A sort of orientation for future trips that I might do. We first flew towards Bob Quinn Lake, an airstrip about 30 miles up the Iskut river from Bronson, right beside the Stewart - Alaska highway #37. From Bob Quinn, we followed the Iskut trying to maintain VFR. However, Mother Nature had different plans for us and we were turned around ten miles from Bronson by rain, mist, and lower cloud. We flew back to Bob Quinn, where we held for two hours until we decided to give it a second shot. On our second attempt the weather cooperated and after a short 15 minute flight we introduced the wheels of our 208B to the gravel strip at Bronson Creek.


A camp at Bronson still is in great running order and is run by a husband and wife team living in Smithers. They run the camp as a lodge for people wishing to fish the many nearby rivers, hunters, mining companies, studying University students, or anyone else who might be interested in exploring the gorgeous surrounding area. We ran back and forth from Bob Quinn to Bronson four or five times that day (I think, I can't remember and my logbook isn't close at hand), delivering people and supplies to open the lodge for the summer. We ended our day in Bronson, where we ate an awesome dinner and had a few cold drinks. From outside the window in the main hall, we looked across the Iskut to a rock face on the opposite side to see five mountain goats. They stayed on the same rock face until our departure the next day.
We awoke the next morning to the sound of rain on our cabin roof. Looking outside, it immediately clear we weren't going to be leaving anytime soon. Mist, cloud and rain hung low in the Iskut river valley and put the kiabosh on our plans to leave for Prince George. So we hung around camp all day, helping with this and that, waiting for the weather to improve. A neat feature they were in the process of setting up before I left was satellite internet. Wired into an entire cabin refered to as the "Cyber Shack" they provided hard wired and wireless high speed internet to anybody who might need it. Pretty cool considering there location. Come around 1600ish local, after many sat phone calls to Flight Services and company, we began to see some mountain tops. We launched off, climbed above the peaks and headed straight for clear skies in Smithers and Prince George....