In the moments leading up to our boarding call, there’s much debate between SK, JB and me on whether Alaska Seaplanes flight 507 to Skagway is in fact a seaplane. It turns out not to be. This, despite Juneau International having a seaplane port parallel to its main runway. Regardless, the short 25-minute flight along Alaska’s Inside Passage is spectacular, and not one of us is lamenting the lack of pontoons on our craft.
How long are you in Toronto for? Just a few hours, I reply. I’m actually headed to Vancouver. How long are you spending there? Not a lot, I’m literally taking the train west and flying back home from there. Perplexed for a moment, the immigration officer at Pearson International hands me back my passport. Hope you’re carrying a good camera, he says, as he ushers me through.
By the time I’m done wandering around downtown Tee Dot – a city that looks and certainly feels very different in the winter – I saunter in to Union Station, with only a half hour or so to spare before departure. Blissfully unaware, all the while, that there is a special lounge for sleeper class passengers within.
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