Why fly a Beaver when you can ride upon the wings of a Goose? Can't sit around, we've got to fly with the sun.
There is so much to explore here. These places jump off the screen with a
beauty I can only imagine would be breath taking in person.
I’ve got such a place to drag Linda off to once the sun
rises. I’ll be entertained while waiting by trying to convince myself that
performing a pre-flight at 0300 in a dark Goose anchored off a Fijian beach is
cooler than just about anything I could imagine. Just about.
She snuck in this morning to replace the Jet Ranger. How
could the arrival of a 1953 Grumman Goose be anything but subtle? 
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