It's a bird! It's a plane! It's -- no it was just a plane.

It was madness. Dozens, if not twos of dozens of cars were lined along the edge of old Highway 97. Eager, likely easily impressed hordes of locals (including yours truly, just so it's clear that I'm nothing special either) cameras in hand, hearts a-flutter from anticipation and probably also heat stroke, stood at the ready along the airport fence, awaiting the momentous arrival of a . . . big airplane:

 

This constitutes an event in Prince George. This town, as a collective unit, needs to get out more.

I can't wait until I'm in Shirakawa. That's where shit be happening', I just know it!