The Cessna and Milford Sound

After our tour, we were fortunate that the weather cooperated and we could fly back to Queenstown rather than take the four-hour bus ride back. Don was quite excited to fly in a Cessna Caravan that was made in Wichita, and our pilot had actually visited the factory. The pilot, Antony Sproull, is the son of the man who built the business, and he has grown up around the business. It was obvious he was a capable pilot, and so with co-pilot Micky strapped in her seat, off we went.

The geology of the area was front and center as we flew over the sharply-cracked mountains, and several times we wondered just how close we were going to get to the cliff. The lack of soil on the mountain explains why the water runs off so quickly, which would be great to watch, but we would much rather have had the kind of day we did.

As I was sitting in my seat behind Micky, I noticed that I could not see the propellers as they were turning too quickly, yet when Micky was taking pictures, I could see them. It fascinates me to consider how that happens - the marvel of technology.

After we had landed and arrived at our hotel, Micky showed us this picture:

Notice on the right side the yellow box that says R Fuel Low? We trust the left tank was full, but yikes! Glad we didn't see that until we were safely down . . .