Ladies plane trip in AK
Buckling the seatbelt of Drake’s small ski plane, I take a deep breathe. Camera… check, sunglasses… check, puffy coat… check. I don’t have time for a complete checklist, but I know I have everything. Or at least I am going to re-assure myself for now, it was a bit of a last minute endeavor this go-around. I slide the headset on and listen to Drake taxi out the runway. Here we go, no turning back now… I barely know these people. Iris is in the front seat. She has a glowing spirit that is calm and comforting. As we float into the air above the Chilkat valley I am mesmerized by the raw beauty of this place. How did I end up here?