During my ride for the PPL i was in long underwear, wool pants, wool socks, sorrells, 3 shirts, a snowmobile suit, wool hat, and gloves.
It was -36C and we did the walk around inside the hangar, he asked me a few questions, I pulled it outside with him already sitting in it, started it up, we did the taxi and run up, he said temp looks okay, I did the radio calls, when he said 'an intersection take off is plenty of room, lets go'. He had brought a package along gift wrapped. We flew to a small airstrip about an hour away, did some steep turns, slow flight, and stalls on the way there. Once we landed a lady in a pickup drove up, they chatted for while, exchanged gifts, hugged, and he walked back to the plane, got in, said ' my sister says thank you, now lets go '.
On the way home, he asked me some questions, then pulled the throttle back, said 'pick a landing spot'. There was no aborting the landing either, i set us down on a road, and came to a stop. He got out, peed, and climbed back in. Said ' you know your stuff, take us home at your own discretion '. When we got home he smiled, shook my hand, told me i did great job, and that he would be waiting inside for me once I had the plane put away.
Things in the Yukon, especially mid winter, when its damn cold, they are not what someone from the south may expect.
