Flying Low

This was our third time on the Cherokee, but our first time with friendly-eyed, white-haired, smiling Eric as pilot. As we were taking off, he turned and said, "going to fly low the whole way back if it's alright with you two." Jim reached back between the seats and squeezed my leg in excitement. We coasted just 100 feet off the ground the entire flight from Nelson Lagoon to Cold Bay, over the frosty moss fields, alongside the rocky banks, following the beach, sometimes gliding just over the surface of the water for a view of the crashing waves we would have never seen in all our lives.