Emily and Margot in the back of Sarah’s car at the Juneau airport.
The plane that we took out to Gustavus. We walked out, climbed up the wing, clambered in, and away we went!
Looking back at the Juneau airport.
Flying out over the water toward Gustavus. The fog and clouds were thick enough that we had to fly around some mountains rather than over.
The controls on my side had been removed. I guess I could have still played with the fuses though.
It was a very happy day of flying.
Sarah and Margot in the way-back of the plane.
An entrance to a bay or a sound.
Some pleasant little islands on the way into Gustavus.
Approaching Gustavus. The airport is directly ahead. If it were clear there would be a range of 15,000 foot mountains visible.
The small white blips in the upper left portion of the meadow area include the homestead where we stayed.
The final approach to Gustavus. The airfield was built in WWII when Gustavus was taken over by the military in need of an airbase. Now days the airport services air taxis flying between Gustavus and surrounding areas, private planes, and the occasional Alaskan Airlines 737 bringing tourists to Glacier Bay National Park.