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to set down for the night in Sitka. Rocky had always wanted to visit there. If the bird needed something more than gas, she could probably get it there.
    They had flown over the little community of Yakutat a while ago and Gustavus was coming up next. After passing those small communities, it was still a long way to Sitka.
    When Rocky first started flying with the dogs, it seemed like they had to have a relief stop every two miles. They were nervous, and one or the other was always making their, I have to go now, squeak. After logging hundreds of air hours together, they settled back and slept or looked at the clouds or scenery. Rocky calculated she should do a four-hour leg, before one of them needed a pit stop.
    With the auxiliary fuel tanks installed the plane is capable of flying for almost ten hours before needing a fuel up.
    Rocky was feeling tired even though the flying was easy and the scenery was breathtaking. She was feeling the let down of the emotions of the past several days.
    Haines was a short distance away. Over the small city they would turn toward the ocean and make the lengthy flight leg into Sitka. One of the things she wanted to try while in the air over nowhere was making the cell phone work. She keyed up directory assistance for Sitka.
    “Isn’t technology wonderful, with my cell phone and my credit card I’m on hold for the ticket office of the Sitka Music Festival.” Rocky told the snoozing dogs.
    "If I hold my tongue right, I might get a ticket for the performance tonight."she announced to the still sleeping dogs.
    Done deal, a festival ticket awaited her at the box office, the plane is off autopilot and she only had to fly to Sitka for an enjoyable evening. They would sleep in the plane to make up the expense of the ticket.
    The cockpit instruments advised that Haines was off to the right, though it was not visible. Rocky called ATC and advised air traffic control that she was beginning the leg to Sitka. She really did not have to do that, but it was a good habit to keep. There were no old, bold, pilots for good reason.
    Rocky saw them; she did not know what kind of bird they were. She did not want them thinking the plane was a predatory flying dinosaur. They would scatter in every direction from their flying formation right into the silver and blue Twin Otter.
    Before she was upon the flock, she banked to the right toward the ocean. She grabbed some air for safety for the birds and the plane.
    Rocky would love to know what kind of bird they were and have a better look at them, but large birds and airplanes do not mix well.
    “Make that don’t mix at all,” Rocky laughed at her own humor. Lovie lifted her head and looked sleepy eyed at the woman. She laid her big head back on her paws.
    “Guess my joke wasn’t that funny,” Rocky said aloud to the already sleeping Boxer.
    Rocky was definitely ready to get out and walk around, her butt was tired of this seat, and her legs ached from working the pedals.
    Reaching into the map case she pulled out the stash of candy bars and opened a Snickers. As soon as the dogs heard the wrapper crinkle they were awake. Phoebe had hopped onto the co-pilot seat and Lovie moved forward to put her front paws on the deck.
    “No Snickers, for you gals, here is something as yummy,” she said to her canine flight assistants.
    When they spotted the baggie full of cheese cubes and moose salami pieces, they forgot the candy bar. Each of the trio had a squirt out of the sports water bottle. The snack had awakened them for the rest of the flight and feeding the dogs their treat had helped pass the miles.
    There were more small villages below the plane and more small planes around them. Most of the villages were tiny wooden structures on stilts clustered over a bay. Soon they would be over Sitka and she radioed into the airport to advise them of her arrival time.
    Checking Sitka runway length again in the Jeppesen manual Rocky confirmed that Sitka airport was paved. It