We fly around for our job- my darling and I. Little pay, but the adventure is worth the financial hardships. Bush planes are different. It's not the "Flying Wild Alaska" show. Then again, without television I have yet to witness that show. I'm just assuming it's not the same. It's not dramatic. Yes, the wind pulls us around from time to time. Sometimes gusts throw us sideways. It sounds terrifying, but it's not. You see, there's something about flying out here that is calm- always calm. No matter the weather or the conditions, flying in rural Alaska is at peace. The scenery does it, I think. You look below and watch as moose and wolves play. The scenery changes quick. For a while flat tundra swamps, then hills with willow, then mountains with spruce. No two miles are identical. No corn-fields, or roads, or carved out human establishments. Only land- for as far as the eye can see in any direction. And there you are, all bundled up in a freezing cold metal capsule, but yet warm with the idea of witnessing this part of the world in a way so few people will ever be able to.
