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GUEST BLOG: My Cousin Mark "Floatplanes"

7/3/2017

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Photo by Jo Wendel.
​In 1995 I had an article published in a national publication with an international circulation. In it I described living and writing out here in the bush and it seemed to strike a chord. Hundreds of people wrote to me from all over the world. One woman, a lovely older lady named Donne, wrote to me from where she lived in Johannesburg, South Africa. We wrote back and forth for years and then, on a visit to family in Canada, she made a side trip out here.

We were supposed to pick her up at the dock in Meyers Chuck, but we couldn't due to the weather. (Because we live on the tip of a high, forested peninsula it can be screaming a gale on one side and calm on the other side.) We contacted the airlines and their pilot agreed to drop her off in a bay close to us. She told me later that they were already in flight, late in the day, and the pilot turned to her and said, "Keep an eye our for a cabin in the woods, that's where I'm taking you."

He had only a general idea of where we were but managed to find us. We pulled our skiff up to the pontoon of the floatplane and I met Donne (and her grandson) in the skiff. She said she'd been on some great adventures in her life (including being treed by a rhinoceros), but that her floatplane ride in the Alaskan bush was the greatest.
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My dad holoding the wingline as we see Donne and her grandson off in the Chuck.
​My cousin, Mark Morse, told me he wanted to write about his first experience of flying into the remote community of Meyers Chuck, where I lived as a child. He said it was something he'd never forgotten.

I don't think anyone forgets that first floatplane splashdown in the Chuck, and, in fact, airlines regularly schedule pickups in the Chuck after they've dropped off their other passengers elsewhere to avoid scaring them. You'll see why that is in Mark's guest blog below.

MARK:

As the son of divorced parents I spent the school years in Atlanta and the summers with mom in Michigan. In 1977 as a third grader we learned that Mom had moved to Meyers Chuck, Alaska. Living with a father who was successful in the city, my younger brother Alex and I had no clue what it meant to live in an Alaskan bush village.

My first memory was the excruciatingly long flight from Atlanta to Seattle which ended in the flight attendants cutting gum out of Alex's and my hair. Mom met us in Seattle and we took the Alaska ferry system from Seattle to Ketchikan. We didn't get rooms or berths, instead we slept on the top deck under the Solarium in sleeping bags with lots of 1977 hippies also ready to check out Alaska.

The ferry was great and I remember it like yesterday, but the real thrill of Alaska bush living was still ahead of us.
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Photo by Jo Wendel.
​We arrived in Ketchikan and made our way to Tongass Airlines. For the first time ever I saw a plane floating on water and was then instructed to get on it. Your first time taking off on water seems impossible, but soon you're airborne and in the hands of some of the best pilots in the country.

For some reason I always sat in the copilot seat and mom and my brother sat in back. Invariably the pilot would let me take the controls and push the yoke up and down, actually moving the plane. What had been so scary was now kind of cool.
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Photo by Jo Wendel.
​First Time Landing in Meyers Chuck:

As we closed in on our new home, we saw some really tall trees surrounding a tiny bay, guarded by rock reefs on both entry and exit. The pilot flies around the tall trees and cuts the engine too quickly loses altitude, then, just before crashing, re-fires the Cessna engines, floats over the rocks and short bay and slams on the brakes. 

Alex and I had ridden every rollercoaster in Georgia. But this was insane.

It's probably a five second maneuver but it's a five minute five seconds as you see every ripple of water, feel the crosswinds, and see the quickly approaching reef. The plane calmly turns toward the float dock, you unload your luggage and meet 10-15 people all willing to help you get to your new log cabin home in the sticks.

It's hard to describe the joy of that first summer, but getting there is something I will always remember minute by minute.

Most people boat into Meyers Chuck, which is around four to five hours from Ketchikan--or a 40 minute flight. But shortcuts in the bush always come at a price!
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Photo by Jo Wendel
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NOTE: Photos 1, 3, 4, and 5 are by Jo Wendel who lives aboard a boat with her husband in a small community on Prince of Wales Island. She blogs at www.alaskafloatsmyboat.com where you can see, in my opinion, the best photos of rural SE Alaska.
4 Comments
Nancy Guess
7/4/2017 03:21:33 pm

Thanks. I'm out. I don't like roller coasters, small planes and now small float planes. Plus, I don't think I would like the long boat ride. You have to be special people to live there. I don't have what it takes, but I'm glad so many of you do so I can be entertained. Maybe that didn't come out right?

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Tara (ADOW)
7/5/2017 05:49:35 pm

You don't know what you're missing, Nancy! But I have more floatplane adventures to get to, so I guess you can experience them vicariously. And since we're kinda entertained by our own antics, I know where you're coming from. :-)

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Wendy
7/5/2017 06:06:02 am

Once again you hit it out of the park! I thoroughly enjoyed your article. They are so interesting and remind me there's another world out there. Keep 'em coming!

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Tara (ADOW)
7/5/2017 05:50:53 pm

I was thinking how much I'd enjoy a blog about daily living where you are, Wendy, to see how different life can be. If you have one let me know, or if you ever decide to do one.

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