Pack shorts, sandals and sunglasses," read an e-mail I received prior to my seaplane training. "And get ready for the good life: fine dining and flying on floats." It sounded more like a vacation than flight instruction, but the study materials listed terms like skeg, chine and sister keelson. Um, sister what? The little I knew about seaplanes suddenly seemed like very little. There was only one way to change that, and several weeks later, I splashed down in a Super Cub on floats in the Land of 10,000 Lakes.
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