We are in the plane flying home from Brooks Camp. I told the guys we need to watch for moose. Craig and I watched out the window for the big, lanky animals in every pond we flew over. Flying over the tundra there are ponds everywhere. Fall is the time for the animals to get ready for the rutting season. Their hormones start running amuck and they come out of hiding. So we watch for moose.
Half way back and no sign of the moose. I saw a pair of swans swimming in one of the ponds but too far to tell if they were Tundra or Trumpeters. Otherwise we weren't seeing very much. I looked at the guys and both of them were staring out the windows. Ken was behind me and Craig across from me. Then all of the sudden Ken tapped me on the shoulders. I was so excited that I was going to see a moose and seeing moose around here is rare right now. I looked out the window and I saw nothing. I looked at Ken and asked him where he saw it and see right there. I turned and looked out the window and what I saw was another float plane flying beside us. I told you yesterday my husband has a thing for planes. So our flight home was not too exciting for me or Craig but my husband had a wonderful flight home.
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