Today we flew in two planes up to Plum Island not far (by air) from Boston, and I got this pic of Zubair and family in theirs.
It’s spectacularly beautiful from the air, with an intriguing mix of colors and shapes wrought by nature and the hands of humanity.
The town is picturesque too.
The bay formed by the Merrimack River mouth right next to the airport has an especially refreshing look, though the clusters of homes out on the sand bar seem vulnerable to storms.
It’s a fun airport with lots of friendly people who volunteer their time and labor to keep it in such great condition, including a fun grass runway I used for takeoff for our return flight.
I was admiring patterns made by the tide in shallow water when I noticed this boat with its outboard motor tipped up and a man wading to pull it through the mud.
We dropped all our passengers at the airport where Tripp’s sleeping, then Zubair and I flew the two planes over to the airport where his plane lives and then back together in Tripp where Anne caught this homey scene as I landed.
Now we’re all warm from the glow of the day, and “plum tuckered out.” 🙂
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