Bush Pilot

Too much flying, movement, altitude, time change.  Excess Vata requires a pacifier.  So what do I do?  Go flying in the little airplane, pack up again, and go flying to high altitude in a jet.

The ice is melting all over our area.

The seaplane base is still frozen in with all the floats sitting on the banks waiting for open water.

The Androscoggin River runs muddy and full.  Where the creeks empty into it, the clear mark of stream to river is obvious.  We landed in Turner, Maine on the grass left of runway 30 at 3B5.

The first landing was the sweetest.  Then Jim started bouncing the big tires like a bush pilot.