With no furniture left, Joe made use of the Ships and Dip III towel to take a nap with the cats before we left.
The last shot of the house. Joe's locking up for the last time. It's worth noting that earlier in the day, there was NO SNOW on the driveway.
Bye Bye, Canada's smallest Walmart.
Driving past Parkway Lanes. Bye Frank! You run a great place. All the best.
They call this foreshadowing.
Our final Dauphin dinner at Smitty's. Smi-tty's!
A goodbye meal with Candice and John.
Joe calling Perimeter to confirm our flight is still on. What? It's canceled?!
They call this "symmetry." Our time in Dauphin ended as it began - at the Dauphin Super 8.
The next morning, our bags on the luggage cart waiting to be loaded onto the plane. That means they're gonna try to get out!
The pilot has a little stick thing that he's banging against the entire length of the wing, chipping off ice.
What I wish I had a shot of was the co-pilot breaking the initial ice off WITH HIS HANDS. That'll instill confidence in ya.
This is the last Perimeter flight we'll ever take!
Just in case people don't realize what our little Daphin - Winnipeg commute is like. It's like this.
Best comment ever given by the co-pilot before take off: "The weather in Winnipeg is ... horrible."
Even a late arrival can't stop us from getting to Twist Cafe for their great veggie options and real, good coffee drinks.
So many literary qualities to our journey - Joe lost his cell phone somewhere between Dauphin Airport and Winnipeg Airport. Text messaging from the web, FTW!
I can't remember what he's happy about - we got out, we're at Twist, we have packets. At any rate, once we were in Winnipeg we felt a lot better.
