The end of my Cold Lake holiday is fast approaching, but today has been a fabulous last day, to end a fabulous vacation.The sun is shining, a light breeze is blowing, clean wash is drying on the line and I spent the last hour watching some of the best pilots in the world (so it has been said) training. Two pairs of jets were up and doing big lazy loops through the cloud cover, whistling as they pass overhead, followed by their engine roar as they disappeared. Later a single jet was up and his aerobatics were truly amazing. Straight up he went and it seemed he sat completely still for a second before he rolled over on his back and nose-dived earthward. It would be silent then as he bottomed out and the roar of his engines would hit us as he began a new ascent. Up and down, in and out of clouds, rolling over and turning tight figure-eights. I can’t imagine the g’s he’d be pulling; he was sure moving. What a feeling it must be to fly like that!
This is a country of extremes and I give credit to those who choose to live here. When it’s hot, everything bakes. The grass turns yellow and brittle, the ground cracks and you can feel the sun burning you in mere minutes. When it’s cold you don’t stand out for long, even in June. Storms blow in fast, faster than back home in Ontario. We sat out yesterday afternoon and evening; it was a beautiful day, warm with a light breeze to fool you into thinking your weren’t getting burnt.