Now comes the prosaic part. After crossing the North Atlantic, flying across Canada, although it is wild, seems like nothing too special. I have to remind myself that Goose Bay is well north of Gander and that I have just been in Labrador for the first time in my life, a fact I resolve to tell my wife, Cathy, and Labrador retriever, Corbett. At 280 the winds become punishing and our groundspeed sinks below 200 knots. I ask Margrit about the slowest she's ever been in a TBM. "89 knots," she says. "I just landed and got a hotel and waited for the next day. It was over 200 knots of headwind." On the other hand, she reports a maximum groundspeed of 450 knots. I have a hard time contemplating a single-engine six-seat airplane traveling over the earth's surface at 450 knots, so I just sit there, looking out the side window at the slowly passing Canadian wilderness.