The 1964 Cessna 150D leaped from Hamilton's runway 16 as all hundred horses started pulling in the cool Montana air. It didn't seem like much, but it was all that was available and it was sufficient.
I was alone, and felt very insignificant as I climbed Lost Horse Canyon, past frozen lakes and over the snowbound Bear Creek Pass. It was a near spiritual experience, descending the canyon towards the Selway River, waterfalls at their peak and new life everywhere.
Thirty minutes later and I was on the ground at Shearer Airstrip. It was as beautiful as I have ever seen it. It doesn't get much better than this. For just a moment, all my headaches, troubles and worries disappeared, and I felt like I was in heaven. I dropped to my knees and thanked the Lord above for my blessings, and asked for strength to carry on. Idaho's Selway Bitterroot Wilderness is as good as it gets!
I pulled on 10 degrees of flaps at 6:30 a.m. in the frosty air and had a wonderful return trip, enjoying every minute of it. I look forward to my next flight, and it will probably be the same route.