Looking out across 100 different shades of blue, broken up by sandbars swirled like the inside of a marble, I banked the trusty Cessna 182 Skylane toward the pink-sand beaches of Eleuthera-one of the islands in The Bahamas. Soaring just a few hundred feet above the waves, we could make out a few palapas and the gleaming" white cottage where we'd spend the week island-hopping in this tropical Eden. Only from the air could we see the outlines of shipwrecks and sea life around the island. Landing on a quiet airstrip, brushed with tradewinds in the setting sun, we're greeted with warm smiles. What made this possible? A pilot's license and a general aviation airplane.
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