Donald Trump Jr.’s Great Escape
- 7 years ago
Donald Trump Jr.’s Great Escape
I was supposed to be on that same flight from Vancouver to Whitehorse — I spend a lot of time in the Yukon and keep an apartment there — but I’d missed a connection, so I was still in Vancouver when a Whitehorse friend who happened to be at the airport
that night called to let me know about an unexpected visitor.
He had entered Canada in Toronto but failed to retrieve his bow
and duffel bag there, which is why, a half-hour after his flight arrived in Whitehorse, when most of the other passengers had long since gotten their things and gone on their way, he was still milling around the baggage carousel, looking increasingly forlorn, as it appeared his luggage was not going to show up.
On the evening of Sept. 14, a man who looked an awful lot like Donald Trump Jr., the eldest son of the
president of the United States, boarded Air Canada Jazz Flight AC 8889 in Vancouver, British Columbia.
Which would inevitably lead to bubble-reinforcing headlines
that might contain at least a grain of truth: “Reporter Endangers Trump Son (and Ruins His Vacation).”
The Erik Nielsen Whitehorse International Airport is named after a former member of Parliament who, legend has it, won his seat in part by promising the local population
that if they voted for him he’d lift the territory’s then-stringent restrictions on alcohol.
There are 19 big-game outfitters in the Yukon — each with their own huge hunting concession —
and their clients pay about the price of a Honda Accord to spend a week in the bush killing wolves, moose, bears, elk and whatever other Yukon fauna they most covet.
Meaning that if Trump Jr. had decided to give up his Secret Service protection, at the very least you would hope he wouldn’t be easy to find.
I was supposed to be on that same flight from Vancouver to Whitehorse — I spend a lot of time in the Yukon and keep an apartment there — but I’d missed a connection, so I was still in Vancouver when a Whitehorse friend who happened to be at the airport
that night called to let me know about an unexpected visitor.
He had entered Canada in Toronto but failed to retrieve his bow
and duffel bag there, which is why, a half-hour after his flight arrived in Whitehorse, when most of the other passengers had long since gotten their things and gone on their way, he was still milling around the baggage carousel, looking increasingly forlorn, as it appeared his luggage was not going to show up.
On the evening of Sept. 14, a man who looked an awful lot like Donald Trump Jr., the eldest son of the
president of the United States, boarded Air Canada Jazz Flight AC 8889 in Vancouver, British Columbia.
Which would inevitably lead to bubble-reinforcing headlines
that might contain at least a grain of truth: “Reporter Endangers Trump Son (and Ruins His Vacation).”
The Erik Nielsen Whitehorse International Airport is named after a former member of Parliament who, legend has it, won his seat in part by promising the local population
that if they voted for him he’d lift the territory’s then-stringent restrictions on alcohol.
There are 19 big-game outfitters in the Yukon — each with their own huge hunting concession —
and their clients pay about the price of a Honda Accord to spend a week in the bush killing wolves, moose, bears, elk and whatever other Yukon fauna they most covet.
Meaning that if Trump Jr. had decided to give up his Secret Service protection, at the very least you would hope he wouldn’t be easy to find.