I step outside, balancing on the float, one hand still pressed to the cabin, gathering my senses as the water laps at the plane. We finally land in a small, unnamed pocket of the Misty Fjords National Monument, and pilot Dave Doyon, whose white-toothed grin betrays his amusement, kills the engine. Another tilt of the wings and I’m staring into the heavens one more and I’m looking at a fingerling canal stained green with algae and snaking through the forest below. I’m 2000ft in the air, staring through the portside window at a wall of granite shorn by glaciers during the last Ice Age. My knees are pinned to my chest in the back seat of a tiny Cessna 185 Skywagon. Hop among remote communities to encounter rural hospitality, landscapes teeming with wildlife and glaciers galore. Less a cruise, more a coastal adventure – this scenic route through Alaska’s islands is easily explored using the state-run ferry system.
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