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Flight On A Seaplane Over Misty Fjords Of Alaska

Sergey Dolya • 4 minutes read • April 9th, 2016
The seaplane turned out to be a lot smaller than I imagined. Inside it was similar to the shabby cab of a taxi driver than to the board of the plane. There were six of us, including the pilot. We have jammed into it, sat densely, I felt heavy breath of the old man sitting behind. 

Then we started blasting. Women screamed when the plane jumped up on waves. We took off imperceptibly. Though waves didn't disturb our pontoons anymore, we weren't shaking any less. Smoothly we began to gain height. The feeling of flying didn't come. It seemed like we were still jumping on the waves on the small boat. Soon our ship floated below, and I understood that after all, we were really flying. 

The weather was wretched: low dense overcast, the rain which was periodically splashing on a windshield, the dim light which was hardly lighting vicinities of 

Ketchikan

, all around was cold and blue. Even later, with Photoshop, it was impossible to make pictures warmer and more cheerful.

Suddenly, in the middle of the flight, our pilot sharply gave a steering wheel from himself, and we began to go down, practically shaving off fir-trees tops growing on a fjord slope with the right wing. Before the very lake, he has leveled the plane and has safely put us on the surface. Joker. It turned out that it was the planned stop. We were allowed to get out of the salon and to stand on a pontoon, enjoying the silence of the virgin nature and a slight drizzle.

After a 20-minute unification with nature, we were again gathered inside a DeHavilland Beaver seaplane, and after a short running start we took off again. The pilot warned us that it would be a little shaky soon. I sat on the right and saw that there were small red squares on the monitor directly on-course before us: "It is turbulence zones", I guessed, and I was totally right. The plane was stirred up as though we were in a package of juice, and some invisible giant has pulled it out from the fridge and was going to drink it.
Our way back was without any adventures. In the following post, I will continue the story about the travel to 

Alaska

.
Stay Tuned!
Author: Sergeydolya
Source: sergeydolya.livejournal.com
Translated by: Gian Luka

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