What would any trip be without the obligatory shot of the traveler posing by a famous monument? I felt a chill down my spine standing here, which I attributed to being moved by the spirit of the countless bush pilots who helped build this country with their blood, sweat and tears. But it was probably just the gale-force winds cutting through my jacket, and the fact that I stupidly left my gloves in Vern's van. I wondered how many bush pilots ever left THEIR gloves in someone's van.