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had lights, and was long enough for the plane and a runway with rollout aprons. What a treat, all the modern conveniences. A change from what Rocky usually landed on in the Alaskan bush, for sure, she thought. They would be on the ground in ten minutes.
    Rocky sent the dogs back into the cargo section on their beds for the landing and clipped their safety halters into the rings mounted into the bulkhead.
    That short final was a bit bumpy coming down with a little crosswind off the harbor.
    They were in Sitka and it was a refreshing 55F and looked like it was going to rain. The dogs were stretching under the plane after Rocky got the plane tied out on the apron.
    The man at the ops office, where she paid the rental and landing fees, told her it was a two-mile walk into town. The hike sounded good to her, and was not a problem with the two dogs. They were on their way into town as soon as the plane was gassed up and tied down.
    It was around four thirty on the misty afternoon when the trio started their tour of Sitka, and the hunt for a nice dinner.
    What a cute little town, Rocky thought. The harbor was full of fishing boats, and the trees were real size trees. Rocky knew they were in Southeast Alaska by the size of the trees. In Anchorage and points north, if there were trees they are short. This area looked more like the Pacific Northwest than the Arctic.
    They played tourist and Rocky bought a bag of kettle corn and three “I Heart Sitka” buttons at one of the numerous gift shops. She pinned a button on each of the dog’s collars and saved the third to go onto the plane.
    She kept her digital camera blazing away, the harbor was that interesting.
    Dinner was expensive for what it was, but she was hungry, it was hot and good. The dogs liked the part she shared. She was lucky to find something to eat at any price as the cruise ships were not in port until the next day.
    During the walk around town, they found the Music Festival entrance and picked up the ticket at the box office. Rocky was pleased to see Mozart on the play list for that night. The box office lady said that dogs were not welcome at the festival. They had plenty of time to walk back to the airport to settle the dogs for the night. Rocky could walk back to the festival in time for the overture. When the concert was finished, it would still be light enough for her to walk back to the airport.
    Sunset would be at a quarter to ten and Rocky would have ended the day with plenty of exercise.
    It looked as if they would get to end the day with rain. By the time they had walked back to the plane, the light was absolutely wonderful, and the light mist was again swirling around them. Rocky daydreamed as she walked that Mr. Darcy was coming around the next turn in the road to meet her.
    He did not, but if he had Rocky would put him to work helping her rig the space blanket around the skirt of the plane. That was it for romance on the imaginary moors of the Sitka City Airport, more was the pity.
    The space blanket would make a little shelter for the dogs. The rain was changing rapidly from a mist to a regulation full size Southeastern Alaska rainfall. Rocky pulled the umbrella out of the bin behind the pilot seat and locked the plane and set the dogs to guard with their toys for company.
    Snug under the umbrella, with a blanket and determination that she was going to enjoy the music even more hearing it through the rain she walked on the already muddy roadside.
    “I guess I thrill easily, and I hope I don’t get all emotional and blubber and make a fool of myself,” Rocky warned herself as she walked.
    She was feeling a lifting of her heart as she trudged along the soggy roadbed listening to the rain beat a rhythm on the umbrella.
    Despite the downpour, Rocky had made good time; she was almost at the box office. The rain must be keeping people away from the concert there was no line of waiting concertgoers.
    Damn, the concert was canceled, the sign at the box office