It's funny how something that's seemingly inconsequential can lead to an adventure. This one was triggered by a dot on a map and a wolf I adopted.

In the early 90s I picked up a poster-sized map of the world at an exhibition in London; it showed all the places you could fly to from Gatwick Airport. I put it on my bedroom wall and from time to time wondered what some of the more exotic locations would be like. One in particular caught my eye, Barrow - far up in the corner of the map, high in the Arctic. Why would anyone build a city there, where it'd be dark for weeks on end? Just how cold would it be? What would life be like there? I asked those questions to my geography teacher at school but they couldn't answer them.


In the late 90s I adopted a wolf called Kenai at the UKWCT in England. She was named after an area of Alaska that first inspired the founders of the wolf centre to start keeping wolves. She lived for a time with wolves called Denali and Kodiak, also named after places in Alaska. After adopting her, I resolved that one day I would visit her namesake area - the Kenai peninsula.

22 years later, flush with Avios, I planned a trip of a lifetime. The basis of my trip, as with all my holidays recently, would be a trip to a wolf centre - this time, one relatively near Calgary. I kept an eye on availability, having arranged early last year to get time off work in May 2015. Although things looked promising a week or two before my planned dates, when the time came nothing showed up. My backup plan was to fly to and from Seattle instead, as I'd seen that had good availability in First. Sure enough, I was able to snag a ticket on the day availability opened, as 4 seats were released. I grabbed mine at 3AM, with the other seats having gone by 5AM. It was the same for booking the return flight, again 4 seats were released and all had gone by 5AM. There were no such problems with booking the remaining flights; I chose Alaska Airlines as I'd be earning Avios for flying with them.

It was after I booked the flights that I remembered that map. I'd been to Seattle before and had noticed adverts for trips to Alaska while I was there. It was the perfect opportunity to see what that little dot on the map was like in real life, as well as visiting the Kenai peninsula! I planned an itinerary which would lead to rather a lot of flights, but one which would fit in wolves, Barrow and several other things besides.

Image from gcmap.com

I booked a room at the King Eider hotel in Barrow, then filled in the rest of the nights with IHG hotels. I booked some of the flights and hotels on a flexible basis, as I thought the wolf walk could cause problems - as indeed it did, as the owners had family events on the days I'd pencilled in. Thankfully I was able to rearrange the flights and hotels without any issue! A pleasant side-effect was that as there was little price difference between flexible economy and first class tickets with Alaska, I ended up with first class tickets - and even so the prices were considerably lower than intra-Europe business class for comparable length flights.

The 20th of May dawned sunny with a glistening dew all around - England was in the middle of a cool spell brought about by some Arctic air. This had led to thunderstorms, hail and delays on the 19th, but thankfully there was to be no repeat of that on the 20th. I got up shortly after 3AM, having been too excited to get back to sleep.

As usual, it took just under two hours to travel from Kent to the airport car park. A shuttle bus later and I was in terminal 5. Check-in was swift and I went through the fast-track security gates straight into the queue, which started at the gate where you scan your boarding pass. Perhaps unsurprisingly, nobody was asking people to use the second scanner before the metal arch.

The Concorde Room was just as quiet and relaxing as the previous times I've been there, but the sandwich selection in the First lounge was a bit below-par.


Nonetheless, a couple of hummus sandwiches later I popped back into the CCR for a cocktail. This is where it gets interesting, as I asked for a BA-NA175, a non-alcoholic version of the BA175 cocktail. This caused a bit of panic amongst the bar staff, who huddled together to discuss the order. "But he's got it written down" and "Just make one without the alcohol"... and after a bit a very pink cocktail was produced. It was okay, but I'm not sure I'd have another. I went back out onto the terrace, only to sit on a damp chair - bah. After finding a replacement it was just a case of waiting for the gate to come up. It was C61 and as last time I'd gone from the C-gates I nearly missed the plane I asked at the concierge desk as to the best time to leave. 50 minutes before the departure time, I was told, which worked out well - boarding was underway as I arrived and queueing on the jetbridge only took 5 minutes or so. I settled into my seat and waited for takeoff. And waited, and waited... We had a scenic tour of Heathrow, including the Virgin maintenance hanger, a weird Tristar/747 hybrid, the Heathrow snow-clearing fleet and more. Eventually, over 40 minutes late, we took off.


I'd pre-ordered an Asian Vegetarian meal as there was nothing vegetarian on the main menu. The cabin crew were friendly and attentive and throughout the flight they kept coming through every few minutes to see if anyone needed anything. After some warm nuts it was time for lunch - interestingly the flight attendant mentioned that she, as a veggie, always ordered Asian Vegetarian if she was travelling as a passenger. She also said that she much preferred the 747 to the 777 and there was a feeling of sadness amongst crew that the 747 fleet was reducing in size.


The meal kicked off with a tomato and coriander concoction - which was pretty spicy! I realised then that this was going to be a serious meal, not a mildly tingly curry from the local Indian. The starters were next, including a cold tomato-based thing and a warm samosa. The main was paneer with rice (very nice but again quite spicy - and the naans were crunchy). Dessert followed, some sponge cake with custard. FWIW, only the main course is labelled on special meals, so the cabin crew don't get told what's in the other courses.


I didn't grab a photo of the dessert before eating it - but imagine a couple of slices of dark sponge cake covered in lumpy custard and you'll get the picture.

Incidentally the curry upset the person across the aisle from me, as they complained (rather loudly) to their companion that the curry was stinking the cabin out. They got their own back later in the flight though as a rotten egg aroma came from their direction - not one, but twice!

I tried unsuccessfully to doze afterwards (the lights were dimmed) and ended up watching Interstellar followed by Snow Wolf Family and Me - the latter being a bit disappointing due to all the "wow", "oh my God" and similar comments - I much preferred the older, more scientific type of documentaries about the Ellsemere wolves.

Afternoon tea was served and I was intrigued to see what I'd end up with. The answer was a hummus and falafel sandwich (very dry!) and two wedges of crumbly chocolate cake. For the first time ever on a plane I'd say it was a bit too much to eat, given the earlier meal! I still polished it off, but felt satiated for the rest of the flight.


Incidentally onboard I only drank water. A glass to start, followed by another glass, then eventually three half-litre bottles... every time I got below half on a bottle they'd pop by with another!

During the latter part of the flight the seatbelt sign was turned on throughout. Unfortunately I had a problem with the seat (it was stuck in recline position) and the cabin crew recommended standing up as that sometimes worked. "The seatbelt sign's on though", I said; "Don't worry, it's a 'fake one' as there's bedlam at the back" came the reply. I didn't know there was such a thing as a 'fake' seatbelt sign.

We landed around half an hour late and by then SeaTac airport seemed to be almost deserted. Those who've had an entry under ESTA before can use the US/Canada automated booths, so immigration took all of a minute - far, far better than the 2 hours last time I was in Chicago. Baggage reclaim was also fast, as the bags started arriving almost as soon as I got to the carousel - and mine was one of the first out. A few minutes after that and I was in a hire car heading to the overnight stopping post of the Crowne Plaza Seattle Airport. It was the smoothest arrival I've ever had in the USA.

The CP Seattle Airport is a remodelled Holiday Inn and it's certainly a notch above the Holiday Inns I've stayed in recently - the room was immaculate. I was offered points when I checked in (which haven't posted 2 weeks later), but there was no room upgrade or any other freebies (there was a bottle of Dasani tap water for $2 on the counter in the room).

The following morning I popped south to Wolf Haven, having visited there 7 years ago. It remains an excellent wolf centre and as luck would have it, having arrived dead on 10 AM, I ended up with a personal tour. The guide's facts were spot-on and included some information which was new to me (such as the Mexican wolf programme putting captive-born pups in dens with wild wolves, thus diversifying the gene pool). Another statistic was the way that 300,000+ wolfdog hybrids are put down each year in the States. Sadly, while I was buying some goodies in the shop someone turned up trying to buy wolves! Last time I was at the centre my camera played up but thankfully this time everything worked well.


In the afternoon I had a flight to Anchorage booked. This was to be my first time flying Alaska and it turned out to be great! The journey started with a visit to the Board Room, entry to which is included with F tickets. The board room is a lovely little lounge, with a couple of varieties of soup on offer, a counter-service bar and fruit, pretzels and soft drinks available to grab. The view was fantastic from the windows and I watched various aeroplanes come and go.


The flight itself was delayed by 14 minutes due to some latecomers from a connecting flight, then we were off towards Alaska. The views from the right side of the plane were simply stunning, with snow-capped mountains, glaciers and fjords visible for most of the journey. A bottle of water was given before the flight started, followed by some snack pretzels. After that the meal was a beef dish; I ordered the fruit and cheese platter instead (and the charge was waived!) The platter was delicious, it being the first food I'd had since the BA flight the day before. Windows tablets were handed out, along with earbuds. They had various films and TV shows, as well as some Microsoft games. All in all, it was a very pleasant flight. The combination of IFE and a larger seat made it feel more "premium" than the intra-Europe business class on BA.


Upon landing in Anchorage I made my way to the Crowne Plaza, which at the time of booking was the same price as the Holiday Inn Express. It's not exactly central, but is in a good location for getting out of town - something I planned to do over the following days!

The first full day was devoted to a drove down to Seward, along the Kenai peninsula. Truth be told there wasn't really much that appealed in Seward, the main attraction seems to be a Sea Life Centre with plenty of touristy shops selling the usual stuff. There are some sled dog kennels in the area, but I'd got something bigger planned for the following day. The scenery to and from Seward was fantastic, however, and I can see now why Kenai (the wolf) was so named - it's not hard to imagine wolves loping amongst the forests there!


During my time in Anchorage I'd planned two big events, both of which happened to involve flying.

The first of these involved a helicopter flight with Alpine Air of Girdwood, flying onto the Punchbowl glacier. I've been on a helicopter before (to the Isles of Scilly, in a large Sikorsky S-61), but these were something else - tiny 4-seater helicopters. To my delight I was able to sit in the co-pilot's seat and the view from there was outstanding - the snowline was at 2000 feet. The helicopter floated between two ridges and there was the glacier spreading far and wide - with the summer camp for the Seavey Iditarod dogs sitting atop it.


The Seavey team has won the Iditarod several years in a row, so they know their stuff! After landing at the camp there was an informative talk about the dogs, mushing in general and life in Alaska. I mentioned that the Iditarod had been in the news in the UK as due to the warmth the start was moved to Fairbanks - the reply was that things seem to be changing in Alaska climate wise and not for the better. There was 10 to 15 feet of snow on the glacier and it was generally pristine, albeit a little slushy as the air temperature was 8C (46F)!


Some of the dogs were hitched up to a sled and off we went, stopping a few times for photos and to make a fuss of the dogs. The mushers really care about them and I was pleased to see they were in tip-top condition and happy as could be - they really loved to run. Incidentally they're not pure-bred dogs, rather they're a special mix. They're mutts, but they're the fastest mutts in the world! They run at a steady 10MPH and can cover over 100 miles a day in the Iditarod.
All too soon the run was over and it was time to catch the helicopter back to the hangar. Everyone from the mushers to the pilots and staff at Alpine were superb: knowledgeable, friendly and professional. I'd highly recommend it if you're in the area.
(As a side note: the musher asked at the end, seeing how delighted I was, if I was considering mushing myself. Until the ride my answer would have been "no", but as it happens there's a place 40 minutes from where I live (SE England) which offers just that - as a result I will be paying them a visit, it was very enjoyable!)


The second event was the day after, a trip around Denali by Talkeetna Air Taxi. This company flies bush planes and specialises in aerial tours of Denali and landing on glaciers. Unfortunately the day dawned cloudy and the forecast wasn't good. After driving a couple of hours to Talkeetna the weather hadn't improved and, as I feared, the flight was called off. A refund was swiftly issued. I looked up the satellite imagery on my phone (as they didn't seem to have access to it) and confirmed that due to a pivoting frontal system it would be cloudy for hours to come... no point in waiting around, so I went back again to Anchorage. Talkeetna itself is a funny little place, seemingly made up of gift shops and caf�s!


My time in Anchorage was at an end. There was time for a quick trip downtown (during which I stumbled across the Iditarod start line - an impressive statue marks the spot) and then it was off to the airport for a rather unusual flight: an Alaska Airlines 737 Combi to Barrow. It was Memorial Day, as I understand it the unofficial start of the summer vacation season in the States.


The flight boarded on time and I got my first look at a Combi: a small cabin with a large bulkhead at the front. I'd picked a seat near the back, hoping for some good views enroute to the Arctic. As we ascended the pilot welcomed us on board and made what I thought was a strange announcement: "we've got plenty of fuel on board".


As I've read in other trip reports, the flight had the feeling of being on a work bus, with everyone seeming to know each other - it was a cheery atmosphere. We took off and headed north, with Denali visible to the west.


At least I'd managed to catch a glimpse of the great mountain, even if it wasn't as close a view as I'd planned! Snacks and drinks were handed out and before too long we were descending to Prudhoe Bay, over the tundra. A couple of weeks ago it would have been a snowy wilderness, but the snow had largely gone due to the recent warm weather. As I was admiring the view, the pilot came on the intercom again and said that the conditions were poor with a ceiling of just 200 feet. This was right at Alaska's minimum for landing, but again it was reiterated that there was plenty of fuel on board.


We went down into the clouds and there was a surprising amount of turbulence. Visibility remained effectively zero as we went down, down, down... and the runway suddenly appeared and we were down safely. Phew! Most of the passengers disembarked and after a short while a fresh set of passengers boarded. During the short hop to Barrow there was a choice of orange juice or water and before I knew it we were coming in to land in Barrow. There was a bit more snow around on the tundra, then we flew out over the Chukchi Sea, a vast expanse of deep blue with some ice floes in the distance. We turned round, headed back to shore and came in low over the fast ice. A quick bump later and I'd arrived in Barrow.


The airport terminal is tiny at Barrow, just a room with a small area for collecting luggage, a checkin desk/TSA area and some restrooms. The luggage was delivered swiftly and I went across the road to the King Eider Inn. I was welcomed to Barrow and given a room upstairs, overlooking the airport road. It was rather warm inside (even though it was just 1C outside) and I faffed around trying to open the window - I get the feeling that they're not often opened! The hotel was clean and although the room was basic it had everything I needed. There were no meals served in the hotel, so I'd brought some crisps and granola bars.


I went out and headed west to the shoreline; it started to rain and it felt for all the world like being back at home in January. There was mud everywhere as the roads aren't tarmacked. After a while I arrived at the shoreline - an impressive view of ice, lots of it! The rain was getting heavier so I headed back to the hotel.


I awoke briefly at 2:30 in the morning, which is midnight solar time. Yes, it was still light and yes, it was still raining! Later in the morning I caught a taxi to see some of the other sites, including the famed whalebone arch and the heritage centre.


It was -1C during the morning but it really didn't feel like it. The heritage centre contains plenty of artefacts such as old harpoon heads and various items of clothing, with various furs, leathers and whale parts used. Before long it was time to head back to the airport to catch the flight back to Anchorage, then on to Seattle.


The flight (on a 737-800) departed early and we were soon powering south to Fairbanks. There was a meal service (chicken sliders), but not liking chicken I declined and made do with a packet of Alaska-branded snack pretzels. It turned out to be quite a long stop at Fairbanks as loads of passengers boarded; it seemed to take a long time for everyone to get into their seats - we'd arrived 20 minutes early but left on time.


The flight back to Anchorage was smooth and I was glad I'd seen Denali the day before as it was hidden by clouds. At Fairbanks I'd checked the Alaska app and it showed the arrival gate as C1, with the departure gate for the Seattle flight also being C1. Yes, it turned out that the same plane was to take me back to Seattle! The crew changed over and before long the flight departed. I'd switched seats to the left side of the plane in order to see the mountains on the way south; in theory I should have been able to see Punchbowl glacier and the sled dog camp, but I didn't catch sight of it.

The meal on this flight was the same as the outbound to Anchorage, a beef dish. Again I had the cheese and fruit platter but this time it was plated up - it looked and tasted good!


We landed early again (as has happened on most of my Alaska flights) and I headed to the SeaTac Holiday Inn Express. I'd been upgraded there (the only time it happened this holiday) and despite being by the lifts it was a quiet room, which is all that mattered. I crashed out and only noticed in the morning that there was a lovely view of Mount Rainier. I didn't have long to enjoy the view though as it was time to catch a plane to Calgary.


Alaska's subsidiary Horizon flies to Calgary. Clearing security took ages, over 40 minutes - just as well I'd arrived with plenty of time to spare! The plane was a Q400 prop-plane and it was much quieter than the last prop-plane I travelled on, an ancient plane on an internal flight in Bulgaria over 20 years ago. The seats were smaller but were still comfortable enough. I bought a Mediterranean tapas pack and it was pretty tasty, a mixture of all sorts of different food. The flight was only an hour and a half long and it afforded great views of the Cascades.


Unfortunately the Rockies were hidden by cloud. Before long the plane came in to land at Calgary a few minutes early. The Canadian immigration reminded me of the US immigration of old as the questioning was quite abrupt. After picking up a hire car it was time to head west for the second of the "big ticket" items this holiday, a wolf walk.


Three hours later I'd arrived in Golden, a small town an hour or so away from Banff. The Holiday Inn Express I'd chosen was almost brand new (15 months old) and although I wasn't upgraded the room was one of the larger ones, it had a kitchen area, sofa and so forth.

Thursday dawned cloudy which was ideal weather for photography. Unfortunately it became less than ideal by the time I arrived at the Northern Lights wolf centre, as it started to rain. I met with the others on the walk (an Australian gentleman who was in Canada to work on the tar sands and an older Californian couple). I was especially interested in this walk as I volunteer at a UK wolf centre, where we do wolf walks but with the wolves on the lead. The Canadian wolf centre is now the only place in the world where you walk with wolves which are off the lead.


There was a safety briefing, then we boarded a couple of 4x4s and headed off into the forest - during which time it stopped raining. (I wondered who owned all that land and apparently it's the Queen!) The wolves were let out and then they did what socialised wolves do, as in sniff around and roll in smelly stuff. We headed off towards a river with the wolves exploring the immediate area. The lack of leads (and thus handlers next to the wolves) made for some amazing photo opportunities - it makes me wish we could do this back home!


There was an area where we were all able to pose while the handlers took photos and in my case Flora took a special interest in me, bouncing up and licking me. Interestingly she also licked that picture of Torak on my chest - I'd worn a T-shirt from our wolf centre for the day.


By good fortune the owners of the wolf centre were the handlers on the walk and they really knew the area well, as well as the native flora and fauna. As with the dog sledding, time passed way too quickly and before long it was time to head back to the wolf centre. I saw the other wolves and arranged to put a link to the centre on our wolf centre's website - then after saying goodbyes (and swapping email addresses) I headed back to Golden. There's not much to see really in Golden, a few tourist shops and a wooden covered bridge.

Friday was another travel day, back to Calgary and then on to Seattle in another Horizon Q400. Preclearing US immigration was handy and the immigration officer was very friendly - and very interested in the wolves! The flight departed 10 minutes late but we still managed to arrive early at Seattle. As we approached SeaTac the pilot mentioned there was an excellent view of "the famous Seattle traffic" on the left, as indeed there was!


From there (in another hire car) it was time to find the last hotel of the trip, the Crowne Plaza in Seattle. Again, no upgrade but the view from the room on the top floor was stunning, with mountains, the Puget Sound, the Space Needle and more all on show. It's the best urban view I've had from a hotel.


The main attraction on Saturday was a visit to the Museum of Flight. I'd pre-booked tickets to the Space Shuttle trainer and was looking forward to seeing inside. Upon arrival at the Museum there was a sign saying "biplane rides this weekend", which piqued my interest. The Museum itself is large and sprawly, with an odd method of access - you buy a wristband and then go past unmanned checkpoints to see the displays and exhibits. I started off in an area describing rockets and space travel (which included a lunar lander and a test version of Sputnik) and then went through the Great Gallery, which has dozens of aeroplanes on show. Then it was time for the Shuttle experience, which turned out to be over the road in another space gallery. Three of us were booked on the tour and we all squeezed into the Shuttle for a look around. It was a pretty awesome experience, as the guide explained everything from basic controls to the smell of space itself (it has a burnt aroma, thanks to the sun). The tour concluded in the "cockpit", which looked rather similar to that on an old commercial aeroplane. It lasted around 20 minutes and was well worth the extra.


There were three planes outside the museum which you could get into: there was a 787 (on which someone was expressing surprise that the business class seating wasn't actually first class - they thought it was). There was a modified 707, as used by the President 50 or so years ago, complete with "doggy door".


And, for me, the star attraction: Concorde. G-BOAG was looking a bit worse for wear outside but inside she was still in good condition.


After that I went to explore the biplanes. It turns out a separate company runs pleasure flights using vintage aeroplanes. I paid for a 20-minute flight and was soon zooming around over the Puget Sound, with some remarkable views of downtown Seattle. It was my first time in an open cockpit and I enjoyed every minute!


There were a few more exhibits to look at after the flight, the World War I and II galleries and the original Boeing factory. Living where I do (the home of UK aviation) I was interested to see if there was any mention of Leysdown, but there wasn't. Not surprising really! The WW1 and WW2 galleries were impressive, containing planes from all the major players in the wars.

My holiday was coming to an end, but there was time for a visit to the Seattle Pinball Museum in Chinatown. It's a 20-minute walk from the downtown Crowne Plaza and is worth visiting if you have even a passing interest in pinball. It can't hold a candle to the likes of the Pinball Hall of Fame in Vegas, but it's a decent enough collection. Unusually it's a "pay once, play as much as you like" collection, which does mean you find people abandoning games halfway through - annoying if you want to play a whole game!


The day had finally come to fly home. I arrived at the airport a good 3 hours before my flight and went through the security checkpoint there for the third time; this time it didn't take anywhere near as long as on my trip to Calgary.
The BA lounge is upstairs in the south satellite and the business side of it was pretty busy. The first side was much less busy, with only 5 passengers in there (matching the 5 seats showing as taken on the seat map the day before).


My hopes were raised for a quiet flight, but it wasn't to be: the cabin ended up packed, presumably a lot of people getting lucky with upgrades as business only had 3 unallocated seats the day before! The departure time of 2 PM was an interesting one, as I was hoping to get some decent sleep after the meal. This time I went with a standard meal, rather than a special meal: the amuse-bouche was an artichoke, followed by watercress and cheese soup. I opted for the tagliatelle from the bistro menu, then had a chocolate fondant for dessert. All were perfectly fine - albeit not the sort of food I'd normally have! Service was quite slow and it was coming up to three hours through the (8h30) flight before lights were turned off.


I got changed and tried to get some sleep. Unfortunately that was easier said than done, as it was quite noisy - not least to others yacking away noisily to each other. I ended up not sleeping at all, but at least I was awake for breakfast!


The flight time was a good hour shorter than scheduled (8:30 is all it took), due to an unusually strong, southerly-tracking jet across the Atlantic. We came in further south than usual too:


The early arrival at Heathrow didn't do us any favours though, as there was nowhere to park. We ended up on a taxiway for what seemed like ages, waiting for another aircraft to vacate our stand. The good news was that the stand was at the A gates, the bad news was that it was a bus stand. It was a new one on me - we were all herded onto a packed bus and driven over to the terminal, just as you would be on many a European flight.


Immigration was as smooth as ever, although at the baggage reclaim I couldn't help but grin as I saw one of the advert screens had crashed!


It was time for a quick visit to the arrivals lounge and the Concorde dining room. I had some boiled eggs and soldiers (mainly because I haven't had those for, oh, 25 years or so!) and they were surprisingly nice.


All that remained after that was to catch the shuttle bus back to Purple Parking, then drive back home. It's the most amount of flying I've done on a holiday but it was entirely worth it - if you're ever in the area, the dog sledding, wolf walking and museum of flight are all excellent attractions!

great report! thanks for sharing

Thanks for an interesting and detailed trip report!

BTW that leftover menu on your Alaska flight is actually from a Hawaiian flight. It is possibly the menu for the HNL to ANC flight.

Thanks,
Carfield

Thank you Retron! Your pictures are amazing! It was interesting to see what BA's vegetarian meal is like in F ( haven't tried that in over a year)! That samosa looks really moist though.

Thanks once again.

Kind Regards. LL

Great report, and photos. Thanks for sharing ^

Great trip report. I bagged a VDB from AS many years ago and thought about using it to go up to Barrow, but settled for Juneau instead. It's interesting to see what Barrow looks like.

One note though. The picture above shows the Port of Tacoma and Commencement Bay. Vashon Island is in the distance. It's a very nice picture!

Outstanding. Very interesting topic (wolves). I bet you got great pics of them off their lead.

How did that work? They brought them in crates and then let them go? How did they make sure they didn't run off?

Yikes, what an amazing trip. I found it a pain to scroll back and forth to read your commentary, but it was well worth it. Thanks for sharing!!

Thanks for the heads-up - I've corrected the caption.

The wolves were transported in the back of a (covered) pickup truck. They were loose in there. As for ensuring they didn't run off - they did wander off a little way a couple of times, but a shout of "Flora" or "Dave" brought them back. They seemed to rely a lot on little bits of dog biscuit to entice them to do things, something I've also seen at Wolf Park (in Indiana, another place where you can get up close to wolves).

I really enjeyed your trip report! I like wolfes and BA F I should order the vegetarian menu next time too

Thanks for sharing, especially the wolf pics!

Very interesting and unique TR! Thanks for sharing!

Oooo very nice.

Since the MoF sold the AA 727 and is getting ready to put 727 #1 on display, along with the repainting of the 747, I expect that Concorde will be repainted at some point.

Also very nice TR