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read. She could come back tomorrow night for that concert or get a refund for her ticket by phone.
    Alaskans are the sort who attend events no matter the weather. If they did not they would never do a darn thing.
    On the other hand, the musicians were from Outside and the cruise ships were not in town. Rocky would survive even though her jeans were wet and her spirit was disappointed. She sat on a bench by the harbor and watched the boats in the rain and punched up the 800 number for the refund on her credit card.
    The light was making her wish she could sit here forever. She hoped the little camera would catch every wisp of mist. Catch every seal that watched her watch him and the special colors of the fishing boats. The rain was not the wetness that ran down her cheeks while she sat and indulged herself with a good but rare cry.
    The streets of Sitka were empty. It was a lovely Monet color summer evening for a walk in the rain to the airport.
    “Hey, lady,” called a male voice accompanying the truck that splashed her and stopped next to the park bench.
    “You are the lady flying down to California,” the man in the truck stated for her.
    “Yeah, I am.”
    Now she recognized him, the man from the flight ops at the airport.
    “Are you going back to the airport, walking in the rain?” he asked through the window space that was rolled down an inch. “Hop in I’m going back over there, I forgot my cell phone and the wife is mad at me for it,” he yelled through the window at her.
    “I’m sopping wet,” Rocky expressed the obvious.
    “Don’t matter much, I’m from around here and it is always wet. Our finest product is rain,” they laughed as Rocky climbed into the truck.
    “Thanks for the ride, see you in the morning, maybe, before I’m gone,” Rocky was somewhat drier thanks to the heater in his truck.
    “Okay, have a good night then, eh,” he called out the barely open window as he drove off at the same wild speed that he drove them to the airport, splashing her again.
    “Girls, I feel lucky to get here in one piece, that guy drives like a crazy thing.”
    The dogs are warm and dry under the plane. The space blanket shelter was working well for them.
    Rocky was going to stretch out on the airbed in the cargo bay. Her long tall drink of water body did not fit well back there, but she was tired enough and the airport was quiet enough she would sleep. At this latitude, there would be seven hours of possible darkness, enough for a decent sleep.
    Rocky made sure the dogs had water and unleashed them for the night. She knew they would not go far from the plane.
    Changing into dry clothes Rocky then snuggled down into her sleeping bag with a bottle of water and her thoughts. The rain pattering on the fuselage of the plane was like white sound and she was asleep for the count. The sun had not yet set over the harbor. The last thing she remembered hearing was Lovie snoring under the plane.
    The sun was shining right into her eyes, time to hit the road. It was a quarter to five and the sun had been up for fifteen minutes. The rain had passed over, but there were some nasty looking clouds hanging around in the sky. The fresh new sun was peeping through the clouds and around some lovely mountains.
    “If ever I come back to Alaska, I will live here and start a charter service,” Rocky daydreamed as she admired the stunning view in every direction.
    But this morning the goal was to cross into Canadian airspace and stay on the ocean side of the Canadian Rockies. The goal city for tonight was Powell River, British Columbia, on the north side of Vancouver, BC. That was a long flight time, but it should be interesting flying and beautiful.
    By five thirty, the checklist was complete and they were ready to leave, the dogs were anxious to get back into the plane. Rocky opened mineral water bottles and filled the squirt bottles. There was no one moving at the airport, which meant not a chance for a decent breakfast or a