There was a reason why we started our days so early — we wanted to beat the weather. And, in the event a flight was delayed because of weather, we wanted to make sure that we could potentially catch a later flight.
We awoke while still dark outside and drove to the dinky airport. On the positive, the flight wasn’t delayed. On the negative, our plane was even smaller and more fragile looking than the plane we took from Juneau to Gustavus. And it was a Cessna. I swear any time you hear about a plane crashing in the mountains in some remote area of the world, a Cessna is involved. I did not want to ride in a Cessna.
Luckily, the Cessna flying coffin was not the actual plane we were scheduled to fly, we flew in one even smaller than that — like toy plane size. Somehow, we made it back to Juneau.
