Tory was sent to inspect a remote communications facility in northern Alaska. The region was covered in snow as they approached the landing strip.
The pilot descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed, and circled back.
Nervous about this evasive maneuver, Tory gripped the armrests as his heart pounded. Meanwhile, the passenger beside him seemed quite calm.
“He didn’t land! Why didn’t he land?” asked Tory nervously.
“He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed,” said the man beside him.
As they made a second approach, Tory asked the man, “Hasn’t anyone plowed the airstrip?”
“No,” said the seatmate. “It hasn’t been cleared for some time.”
“How can you be so sure?” asked Tory.
Without a hint of concern the man replied, “Because, I’m the guy who drives the plow.”
