Just for the sake of discussion, does anyone have any good stories to share about their flights into/out of the WCCP? Bad weather? Rough
waves? Plane is unable to make it because of storms, fog, fire, pilots? etc?

It is a part of the Woodland Caribou and can be interesting...

I kept the phone number to Green's Airway/727 2848 scrawled across my desk at school reminding me of some wonderful return flights to Red Lake around afternoon "blow ups" or that unique moment for us, when
the Beaver landed in the harbor at Bloodvein Reserve after a paddle through Red Lake, the WCCP park, the Gammon, and finally the Bloodvein...that day, the plane got swarmed by kids just out of school for the summer...it was our/wife and I first float trip and the pilot was kind enough to trace our route all the way back to Red Lake...or the kindness of people at Viking who helped get my 15 year old lab into and out of the plane so we could have one last trip into the Woodland Caribou together......hope to read some good adventures in the coming weeks:

We have had some great plane rides with Norm from Green Airways. He is retired now and the company is not flying but the memories are still relived around camp.

He was flying us into Irvine before the portages had been cut to this Walleye Lake. His Otter was high on hours so he took the other one. During the taxi he realized he had no map and no one ever flew to Irvine so we dug one out and with one glance he knew its location beyond Murdock. Thunderstoms blocked our path and with the plane being knocked around Norm tryed finding a way through. He had not had time for lunch so while we are hanging on to the seats he is controlling the sticks with his legs and eating a bagel and sipping tea from a mug. We are looking out at the lightning strikes in the storm cells he is trying to avoid. The plane is being jostled pretty good and he has to give up and take us back to Red Lake. Fortunately an hour later he is able to deliver us to Irvine.

A week later Norm came in to pick us up. We were loading at a sandy beach when another nasty storm came in fast. Orders were barked and obeyed as gear was tossed in and the mooring ropes untied. The last few men jumping on the floats after the plane was far enough out in the water. We taxied on the water as the storm cell raged and passed over. After we took off the storm cells blocked a direct route to Red Lake so Norm tryed to find a way around. The radio could not get through either so Norm gave up and set us down at the lodge on Sabourin so he could use their radio phone. We looked like drowned rats but they took us in for hot coffee and cookies. An hour later we got the all clear and loaded up. Green Airways did not make any money on our trip that year.