September 13, 2021
You’re flying higher than a kid on Christmas morning as you climb into the co-pilot seat of the floatplane that’s tied to the dock at a remote northern Canadian air base. You smell the lingering fumes of Avgas as you look out the window and catch a glimpse of the dockhand giving the pilot a thumbs up as he throws clear the mooring ropes. You pull the headphones over your ears as the propeller turns over two, three, four times and then roars to life in a cloud of smoke.
The pilot taxis out to the middle of the lake, turns into the wind, revs the motor, and increases speed until the pontoons break free from the lake’s surface. You skim over the tree tops, bank to...
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