Destination Marabou. I planned to meet with Loni Habersetzer for some flying for the week. This area is one of Loni's playgrounds, and he's always looking for a challenging new spot to land. He's got the capabilities of his plane dialed in, and is one smooth operator. Marabou Landing is operated by Nick and Sheila of Wasilla for 20-some years. Approximately 55 miles northwest of Iliamna, it's beautiful country, and a great place to keep in mind if you want some top notch guiding for fish and game. Good people, good food, good times.
Supercubs ready for action. Fuel runs were made every couple days. Alec, me, Loni.
Loni and I play around on some hills near camp
Alec winds up the 90 inch prop
This was a fun spit of land. The glassy water made for an interesting, if not a little disorienting, touchdown just before the sandbar. Lined up for takeoff with my tailfeathers in the bushes.
Rain showers over Iliamna Lake.
This little harbor seal was the sentinel scout, and brought more friends a few minutes later. Coastline of Alaska Peninsula.
Loni, Alec and I stop for no reason at all. Seems like a good enough reason in a supercub.
Cool one-way canyon landing with a waterfall at the end.
Alaskan Bushwheels has their new 35 inch light weight tires certified now... Hmmm...
Aleutian chain of mountains stretches a long ways down the peninsula. Mountains, ocean, beach, river, and this lone wolf tractor-beam my lens into position.
Entrance to Merrill Pass from the west side of the Alaska Range. In 1927, Merrill became the first pilot to cross the Alaska Range and fly over the Kuskokwim River area. He made an attempt to cross Rainy Pass, further north, without success, so cut this swath further south for a more direct route to the Kuskokwim area. Later that same year Merrill received a Signal Corps radio message to fly to Ninilchik and airlift a schoolteacher, near death from a gunshot wound, to Anchorage. Merrill, upon returning in the dark to Anchorage with the teacher, found the pitch black a formidable barrier to seeing his landing spot. When people realized he couldn't see well enough, they set bonfires around the field and used automobile lights to illuminate the strip. Merrill brought it in with a landing, and make the first night landing ever in Anchorage. In September of 1929, Merrill departed in his plane for the last time. Some fabric from his plane was found in the Cook Inlet a month later. Four years later, Anchorage's first airport became named after Merrill, which is where my cub lives when I'm not out roaming about.
Loni and I pull our chances on the groaning ice cave. The odds favored us.
Clams beware of bear