It’s is always a hoot to fly around Alaska on the little planes. Two planes for me today. Did I ever show my ID? No. Did I have anything X-rayed or inspected? No. Did I have to wear a mask? No. Did anyone wear a mask? No. But they did weigh my stuff. (Still 15 pounds). The planes don’t leave on time. They leave when all the passengers arrive. And when the pilot wants to.
Not roaring overjoyed with Sitka at this instant. It is cold and rainy and bereft of places to eat. But my room over the saloon is fine. It has a microwave and fridge so I can always Lean Cuisine it if I don’t find a suitable place to eat.
