“I was an outsider before I was a traveler; I was a traveler before I was a writer; I think one led to the other.”
48 Hours in Prince Rupert, British Columbia
The public portion of the airport terminal was just one large room. I didn’t even see a clock anywhere. A connected row of faded plastic orange chairs, circa Taco Bell 1975, sat in front of one window, overlooking the small runway.