I was losing confidence in the weather after three straight flights through heavy turbulence. This day looked no different from the others — the forecast, the sky, the wind all repeating themselves — and it made me uneasy. But in the end, the air surprised me, and the flight turned into something I genuinely enjoyed.

I followed the North Thompson River up toward Heffley Creek, drifted back south, and swung west across the North Ridge. From there I turned south again, crossing Kamloops Lake toward Cherry Creek. I wandered over the snow covered sandbars along the river. For a 100 km flight, it was wonderfully fun