Flying to Extremes: Memories of a 黑料吃瓜网 Bush Pilot by Dominique Prinet records Prinet鈥檚 experience as a bush pilot in Yellowknife in the late 1960s. Now, I鈥檓 just going to be up front with you and say I鈥檝e always considered the 黑料吃瓜网 landscape to be peaceful and predictable 鈥� water, trees, rocks, more water. The winter is even easier 鈥� snow, trees, snow, snow. This book proved me wrong. It鈥檚 amazing how, even on the page, I could pick up on the complete change in perspective that hurtling over the landscape at almost 200 kilometres an hour can cause. Funny, thrilling, and honest, this collection of stories takes off with a bang and simply doesn鈥檛 slow-up.
One of my favourite stories of the bunch was 鈥淧rospectors, Alcohol and Fights in Yellowknife鈥� which was about flying prospectors around the North in their search for gold. It was a funny and entertaining look at Yellowknife in its early days and, though the mines robbed the land and left us to deal with the arsenic from mining emissions, it鈥檚 rather fun to have some stories from the midst of that boom of wealth and population. It was also the first story that really threw me into a world that is completely alien to my own commercial experience with airplanes 鈥� notably, passengers carrying on rifles and dynamite. I don鈥檛 know if 鈥淚鈥檓 looking for gold鈥� would really cut it as an excuse at the Edmonton airport.
Another favourite of mine was 鈥淪inking with a float plane in the Arctic Ocean鈥�, one of two stories that ended up with a charter plane under water. True to its title, this story just kept getting more absurd and spectacular, the worry I had for the safety of those involved only being held off by the knowledge that if Prinet was writing these stories, he surely could not have died on expedition. It鈥檚 not an understatement to say that Prinet鈥檚 stories read like an action film, but I guess that truth is always stranger than fiction.
Once I finished the book, I flipped right back to the start and read it through once more looking only at the photographs included. Clocking in at about one picture per page, give or take, the photographs and occasional paintings and sketches filled out the world of Flying to Extremes, reminding me that Prinet鈥檚 stories are among many, recorded and not recorded, from that time. With close to 300 glossy pages of photographs and drawings of the North, this book is both a visual spectacle as well as one of storytelling and the art of being a bush pilot. As many times as Prinet assures his readers that flying is easy, I can tell you that reading these stories was exhausting and exhilarating enough without me stepping into the driver鈥檚 seat after three sleepless days of grueling work. Particularly with how quickly smooth flying can become a game of Russian roulette between the pilot and an environment that can kill you in more ways than a 鈥渉ow to鈥� survival kit could ever cover.
A harrowing and human look into flying in the far North, Flying to Extremes is an ideal read not only for pilots, plane enthusiasts, and those around in the 1960s who have watched this city change, but also for people like me who represent none of the above. Time is moving at a fast clip, and it鈥檚 nice to have a look back at a time so different and yet startlingly familiar to me.
