Nude in the solitude A lot of people have asked me prior to this flying contract, "Won't you get lonely up in the middle of nowhere?" Yes, it’s certainly true that I am in the middle of nowhere at a camp called Mile 222. It's the 222nd mile along the Canol Trail which was built during the Second World War in the North West Territories. And yes, sometimes I do get a bit lonely out here. There is something eerie about being the only person around for hundreds of miles, but it’s