Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Sept 8, 2022 12:26:48 GMT -6
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1968 AD
I recognized the scrawl. I eased the point of a knife blade into the flap and slit open the envelope. It was the letter at last from Babe Alsworth, the bush pilot. "Come anytime. If we can't land on the ice with wheels, we can find some open water for floats." Typical Babe. Not a man to waste his words.
This meant the end of my stay with Spike and Hope Carrithers at Sawmill Lake on Kodiak. I had driven my camper north and was doing odd jobs for them while waiting to hear from Babe.
1968 AD
I recognized the scrawl. I eased the point of a knife blade into the flap and slit open the envelope. It was the letter at last from Babe Alsworth, the bush pilot. "Come anytime. If we can't land on the ice with wheels, we can find some open water for floats." Typical Babe. Not a man to waste his words.
This meant the end of my stay with Spike and Hope Carrithers at Sawmill Lake on Kodiak. I had driven my camper north and was doing odd jobs for them while waiting to hear from Babe.