One of our neighbors flies a sea plane.  He parks it at his dock next door and we really get a kick out of watching him fly in and out of the bay. He also loves peach pie more than any other kind of pie.  You can see where this is going, can’t you?

Over the last four summers he has given seaplane rides to us and our assorted guests from Rhode Island, Texas and Nebraska.

2009: Will and I posing with the neighbor’s plane.

It’s a thrill seeing the lake from the air, it really is.  I would bake a peach pie to say thank you.  Because I love to bake peach pies, remember?

This summer we had very little company and I have been writing, writing, writing (except for that wild week in bluegrass camp!) and felt badly because my neighbor (Chris) had no pie.  So I surprised him with one last Saturday and he happened to have a seaplane pilot friend (Gary) visiting and–imagine this–they both love pie!

And because neither Banjo Man or I had ever been to Hill’s Resort and/or Priest Lake, we were invited to fly there with them Thursday morning.

Get this: We flew in seaplanes at sunrise over the Selkirks to go out to breakfast!

Landing at Hill’s Resort, Priest Lake

Huckleberry “mini”: pancake, eggs and sausage or bacon. Best sausage ever!

(to be continued, because I haven’t finished writing my chapter for the day…)