You may live in a place for months, even years, and it does not touch you, but a weekend or a night in another, and you feel as if your whole being has been sprayed with an equivalent of a cosmic wind.
Doris Lessing — Under My Skin (1994)
|Regal Air floatplane taxis to our beach.|
By mid-morning Tim is carrying our gear to the rowboat to prepare for the floatplane’s arrival. When you’re deep in the Alaskan wilderness there is no sound more reassuring than the distant drone of a plane on its way to collect you on the prearranged pick-up date. We first hear, and then see, the dark blue Regal Air floatplane circling Swan Lake; the plane lands, skimming and bumping over the lake’s surface until it arrives near our beach.
|Ferrying our gear to the plane in the cabin's trusty rowboat.|
Soon we’re taxiing from the east end of the lake and lifting off into a crystal clear morning sky. The 25 minute flight back to Anchorage is effortless and trouble-free. We enjoy a smooth landing on Hood Lake Seaplane Base near Anchorage International Airport. Regal Air calls us a cab and we’re on our way. We chow down on pizza at the wonderful Moose’s Tooth Restaurant and Pub in downtown Anchorage.
Regal Air can be contacted at this site: http://www.regal-air.com/
Planning your own trip to the Kenai Peninsula? Visit this website: http://www.kenaipeninsula.org/
|Goodbye and Farewell, Swan Lake Cabin.|
|Ready to load our gear into the "Titanic".|