Comment: Interesting time living out on the west coast. Day by day the radio reported fewer and fewer local commercial planes flying until even the twin turbo-props didn't fly. And waking up on Saturday morning in the middle of that spell, -46º in spite of the "warm" marine influence, and the village was silent. The recoil start on the snowmachine would barely return; one pull and then it very slowly crept back for another try. So while it was doing that, I pulled the plugs and brought them inside and heated them on the propane stove to help them along. When the engine finally came to life, I let 'er run the rest of the day in case some form of transport was needed in a hurry.