posted 01-27-2010 09:55 AM                  

When I first flew into Whitehorse in 1985, the young fellow who fueled up my plane pointed up to an old DC-3 on a stand in front of the airport and told me that it was "The World's Largest Weather Vane." I didn't take it seriously until the next day. I was looking the plane over when the wind shifted direction. Slowly and silently, the graceful old lady shifted position until she was again pointing into the wind, as if hoping for just one more takeoff, one more flight over the incredible wilderness that surrounds the capital of the Yukon.

full story here: http://explorenorth.com/library/aviation/cf-cpy.html