Chapter Fourteen
Flynn
Angling my plane in the air, I looked ahead at the glacier tucked between two mountain peaks, glowing and otherworldly blue under the sunshine. I heard a few oohs and aahs from the back of the plane and angled to the side to offer a better view. I was flying along the mountains encircling Kachemak Bay before returning to Diamond Creek.
Most of this area was undeveloped, especially on the far side of the bay. There were a few Alaska Native villages scattered on the shores, along with Seldovia, which was one of the oldest towns in the area.
I’d flown this group to Seldovia for the morning to tour the picturesque little town. Inside of a half hour, I had landed and taxied the plane into the hangar after everyone disembarked. It was late afternoon, and I went through
