[68bowtie]

I spent a summer during college working at a lodge in Port Alsworth, Alaska. I helped fuel and load a small fleet of planes, shuttle hunters and fishermen and their gear around town, and did all kinds of maintenance work around the place. This C-46 would bring us 1,000 gallons of av-gas each week. The pilot would buzz the half-mile gravel runway at full speed just above ground to let everyone know he was coming. Then he would turn around and land at a much slower speed. When we saw him coming we would stand at the end of the runway and let him buzz right over. Then back to clearing the big rocks off the runway, or cutting firewood. Good times...