My veterinarian bought a bushplane in Seattle. He invited me to go along to bring it back to New Hampshire. Took us seven days to cross the country, most of it at a couple hundred feet with the windows open.
Landing on a dirt road in Montana:
Sleeping in a barn in North Dakota:
Borrowing a satellite phone in Michigan's upper peninsula after a minor crack-up. It only worked on the roof:
Landing on a dirt road in Montana:

Sleeping in a barn in North Dakota:

Borrowing a satellite phone in Michigan's upper peninsula after a minor crack-up. It only worked on the roof:
