On the milk route to Yellowknife

I've reached the half way point of my northern adventure. Well, that is, if you consider Thunder Bay to be north.  Obviously Torontonians do think this, actually they probably think a trip to the moon would be closer and more hospitable.  Thunder Bay is however south of the 49th parallel, that magical line that separates Canada from our neighbors to the south.  Geography was never my forté but by that definition, Thunder Bay is clearly south of 99% of Canada. But for the sake of argument, we will go back to saying that Thunder Bay is north and I'm halfway through my northern adventure. 

The second half of my northern adventure commenced with a flight to Yellowknife connecting in Calgary.  All I remember is boarding the plane, sitting down and promptly falling asleep after my third night of calls in a row.  I woke up in Calgary two hours and one missed connection later than expected. Apparently we were delayed but I slept like a baby and missed the announcement.  Now I am starting my milk run to Yellowknife. 

The game plan according to customers service at Air Canada is three connections, eight hours of layovers and sixteen hours of total travel time. I'm at the half way point and I feel like I got sideswipped by an oil tanker making a home run to Fort McMurray.

The arsenal for my counter attack includes two ten dollar meal voutures, free wifi and two maple sours at Montana's at lunch time.  I realize my offence is weak. 

Score: Air Canada 1, Nahawna 0