Sarah, Joe's plane. Took us around...and around. On Monday, we started the day going for a hike in the mountains, it took an hour and a half to get up, and about 15 minutes to get down. There still is a lot of snow in the mountains, so we able to ski down the snow filled gulleys, some on our feet some on our rear ends. We then spent from 3:00 till 11:00 flying around in the mountains, in Nick's friend's Joe bush plane. We landed on the top of a mountain about an hour out of Anchorage on an flat spot created by the deposits from ancient glaciers and fly ash from a volcano. The area was so small we had to take of in a couple of trips, because the plane wouldn't make it in one. Rick and I stayed behind to wait for the second trip. I was an erie feeling knowing that you were hundreds of miles from civilization on the top of a mountain, totally dependent on the plane coming back. Pay no attention to those bear tracks that are all over, because they have all moved to lower elevations by this time of the year! We had lunch there and then continued on over glaciers, valleys and mountain after mountain. Truly unbelievable views. Most of the trip was spend about 20' about the surface so it was easy to spot bears and moose. WE got back yo the condo at about midnight, but everybody was too geaked to sleep
