“Okay, now it’s your turn,” and I suddenly found myself with one hand
hanging from the ceiling while wrapped around the throttle, the other
white-knuckled on the control yoke, with my mind screaming out in a pronounced
fashion, “Are you out of your sheep-dipping mind?”
Staring out the left side, I eyed the greenish water of the inland waterway just north of St. Augustine’s airport and wondered if this trip was absolutely necessary. Here I was, a confirmed landlubber with solid black Nebraska soil still circulating in my veins and red Oklahoma clay stuck to my boots – not once in my life have I had the controls of a float/seaplane in my hands. At the moment, I had the rest of downwind, base and final to figure this thing out.
Lake Aircraft’s Ben Meyers sat in the left seat – looking and acting incredibly relaxed as if he had broken-in a thousand land-
The Lady of the Lake
is a Renegade!
A land-lubber gets a
taste of the joys of water flying.
By BUDD DAVISSON