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restroom. Rocky made a last stop in the trees and they were ready to fly.
    The plan for the next two hours was to head back inland but not too far inland, she wanted to stay away from the Coastal Mountains. She would take them higher than yesterday as some of these mountains are well over ten thousand feet tall.
    The plane would get better fuel consumption the higher it flew. The flight would be smoother above the rain clouds. Rocky radioed to Canadian ATC which was now the closest, and advised them that she was airborne. Air traffic control gave her clearance for eight thousand feet altitude, up they went.
    They flew over Kake still in Alaskan airspace, but by a whisper. It was so cloudy down below that Rocky could not see the little town. Around the plane the sky was brilliant blue and again Rocky was reminded of why she loved to fly.
    The mountains went on forever and there were plenty of large and small lakes she could use on the way if she must.
    The first stop this morning was not a planned stop but they were hungry. Rocky planned to get enough food there to last the day and she would try for a non-stop leg into Powell River. They were approaching Hyder Stewart on the Alaska British Columbia border, with a nice airport and a cafe.
    Twenty-five American dollars later, Rocky had eaten a huge breakfast, bought three I Heart Hyder Stewart pins and a large to go bag of grilled cheese sandwiches. There was another bag with a large steaming hot cup of Canadian tea. Rocky was back in tea heaven land and loving it. Even the worst of tea here, was better than the best tea in the USA.
    A wash up in the cafe restroom for Rocky, for with clean teeth she could fly anywhere.
    With final pit stops for the dogs they were ready to go for Powell River. The cheese sandwich bag was between her feet on the floor of the plane, otherwise Lovie would help herself to all three of the sandwiches.
    The rain had stopped on the ground and the clouds were moving north, the fliers were moving south. Rocky thought the rest of the flight would be wonderful for flight seeing.
    The flight plan she had filed in Anchorage called for going inland a little way across from Prince Rupert. Rocky was attempting to avoid as much air traffic as she could. She planned to overnight in Powell River and the next day turn inland and south to avoid Vancouver air traffic. They would reenter the USA in Eastern Washington State.
    It was early afternoon and this flight had been close to textbook. Rocky was not saying that out loud, however. There was no point in playing silly with the flying goddess. The sun streamed into the cockpit making it toasty warm and bright. The dogs were asleep and the auto-pilot was doing the driving. Slowly her head drooped until her chin was resting on her chest. She day dreamed in the warm comfort of the day
    “You can‘t be serious. You refused to take your Mother to the library to pick up her talking books. My God, Tony,” the tall red haired woman screamed at the top of her lungs at her husband.
    “Sure, why not, I didn’t want to do it, she doesn’t want to go when it is convenient for me. Why should I have to drag her ass everywhere, anyway?” Tony, her husband asked.
    “Because, you insensitive clod, the woman is blind, that’s why you should take her to the library,” Rocky is trying to lower her voice, but it is not happening.
    “She can take a bloody taxi or she can ride the bus. She is lucky her ass isn’t out there dragging a cart down the street to the store, like the sorry ass old ladies she lives around,” reminds Tony as he adjusts his silk tie in the mirrored closet door.
    “Why do you hate your mother? What has she ever done to you?” Rocky asks for the millionth time.
    “She and my Dad got divorced when I was six. She didn’t get custody of us. She left us,”
    Tony is looking at Rocky through the mirror, with a look of such rage; it was incredible, that anyone can hate with such passion for that length of