On July 23rd, 1983, at 8:30 a perfect prairie summer evening was underway along the shores of Lake Winnipeg. The day’s events at the race car strip alongside the Gimli airport were waning down with families sitting alongside theircampers and trailers after the final race was held.
Barbeques had finished with the hot dogs and burgers on the grills. Cottagers were on their decks relaxing and visiting after a summer’s day. One by one groups of people spotted a very large, very silent aircraft coming along the water. Too silent, noticeably dropping too quickly it did not take long to realize something was wrong, really wrong. Still, it did not make sense so, bewildered, they just watched the passenger plane descend.