From Chapter 8 of Alaska Traveler:
So one sunny Sunday morning in June, I climbed into the cherriest Beaver I’d ever set foot in, November 712 Tango Sierra, a dark teal fading to a darker blue paint job on the exterior and an interior that looked like it had just that moment rolled off the factory floor. “So, you like flying Beavers?” I said to the pilot, a man named Hans Munich. I asked because Alaskan pilots seem to love Beavers almost as much as they love Super Cubs. “I like flying this one,” he said, and grinned. “It’s mine.”
Dana Stabenow. Alaska Traveler (Kindle Locations 469-472). Gere Donovan Press.
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