We’re checked in a hotel near the airport.
Across the street are seaplanes, moored at the edge of a lake.
They have a distinct sound as they take off and land, Mary said like angry bees. Just the word pontoons seems exotic. They’ll ask your weight if you fly in one.
There are a lot of these planes, all colors.
Farewell Alaska tomorrow.
Have a good trip home!
Thanks Toni.
It seems like you had a great visit. I would love to get there, someday. . . . Safe travels!
Thanks Sue.
This is way beyond anything I’m ever likely to see!
My sister- in -law said she rode in one and had to whisper her “TRUE weight” to the pilot before getting in!
Did you ride in one? If so, what was it like?
The smallest plane I ever rode in was a 10-seater: 5 rows, one seat on each side. (Plus the pilot and co-pilot.) Just a curtain between the pilots and passengers.
No but I hear you have to tell your TRUE weight so it is just as well after all that pie.
Ha! 🙂
IT was such a wonderful trip, Ruth, I’m sure that you were in no hurry to leave. Thanks for taking us along.
Thanks for coming with us.