I can''t let this thread die - there are too many good stories out there...
Even the shittiest of holes can be OK if the conditions are right. There was one exploration camp in Newfoundland back in the flow-through funding days, called Cape Ray. It was a muddy, swampy, windy, foggy, treeless moonscape, but the cook was a genius and had a no-limits budget for food, as long as he didn''t waste. It was not uncommon to do your month there and never eat the same thing twice.
I guess it''s all a matter of perspective. One time I was ferrying a Hughes 500 from Pasadena NF to Montreal, and had landed in Sept-Iles for fuel. A gruff looking chap in a competitor''s A-Star was tanking up at the same time and asked me in French where I was going. "Montreal", I replied. He pursed his lips, as Quebeckers do, in consternation, and said "That''s a pretty good camp...."
Even the shittiest of holes can be OK if the conditions are right. There was one exploration camp in Newfoundland back in the flow-through funding days, called Cape Ray. It was a muddy, swampy, windy, foggy, treeless moonscape, but the cook was a genius and had a no-limits budget for food, as long as he didn''t waste. It was not uncommon to do your month there and never eat the same thing twice.
I guess it''s all a matter of perspective. One time I was ferrying a Hughes 500 from Pasadena NF to Montreal, and had landed in Sept-Iles for fuel. A gruff looking chap in a competitor''s A-Star was tanking up at the same time and asked me in French where I was going. "Montreal", I replied. He pursed his lips, as Quebeckers do, in consternation, and said "That''s a pretty good camp...."