Chapter Fourteen
Nate
Angling the plane in the sky, I looked ahead out over the mountain range spread before us. Alaska was stunning in any season, but winter illuminated its raw beauty. Snow-capped mountains rose in the distance, bright and almost blinding white against the blue sky. The low rumble of the plane’s engine made chatter largely impractical while flying. With my headphones on, I could hear occasional comments from the group I was flying, but was otherwise left to my own devices.
For the most part, I preferred it that way. I was by no means a shy guy. I freely admitted to being a tease and flirt, yet I loved flying for the sense of peace it brought me. The focus of flying above the sheer beauty of Alaska quieted me. It was one of the reasons I’d fallen in love with flying. M
