The gentlemen behind the controls is a former Alaskan Game Warden, and he and my father have both logged alot of time behind the controls in the cockpit. My mom insisted when we left Alaska that dad lose his pilot's license. I understand that my father may have once flown her under a bridge, upside down, and that although barely fazed, this contributed to the clipping of his wins.
During this more recent flight my dad documented a fly by over the Selkirks, checking out Priest Lake, Lake Pend Oreille, and the slim holdings that I've retained---what's left of High Mountain Ranch.
So there ya have it. Cliff dwelling and stalls. Life, really, it doesn't get much better.
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