One of the highlights of my summer in Anchorage, Alaska was a float plane trip. One of my grandsons came to visit and celebrate his birthday with mine, so we took a plane ride together in a Cessna that was 1 year younger than I am! It was beyond description amazing.
Our pilot was well versed in the options to find wildlife on the mountain ranges we flew over and we saw a lot. He took us over so many different glaciers, I lost count. One more beautiful than the next. We landed in a lake that was formed by the runoff from 3 glaciers, opened the door of the airplane and handed us a giant ice cube. about 12 inches, probably over 10,000 years old from a calving glacier.
I had to restrain myself and choose only a few photo’s. I have been very lucky, flying many places in the world, on big new 777’s and tiny old regional jets. Some aircraft that looked like a crop duster in little one gate no-where’s-ville. I have landed in huge modern international terminals, small antiquated international terminals. But this flight circling the mountains around Anchorage is one I will treasure. The best time flying ever.