"Sugarloaf Key has always been a favorite stop for travelers. Our tropical island has been home to spongers, smugglers, fisherman and renegade entrepreneurs. The Lodge is still a haven of timeless beauty, warmth, and serenity that travelers to Florida seek and now so rarely find."Â
That's what the brochures say. but my stay has been anything but serene. My nights have been restless, my dreams haunting. A few disjointed images at first: Fir trees blowing in the wind; traffic lights swinging from an overhead wire. A few nights ago, I dreamed of a ghostly white horse. But last night's dream was quite specific. A voice: over and over again. "Washington. Five miles south of the Canadian border. Twelve miles west of the state line."
I rose early and ate my breakfast of bacon, sausages, tomatos, toast and coffee, and wandered down to the airstrip to take my mind off my troubles. I was admiring a Maule parked on the grass when a voice pipped up behind me:
"She's fer sale if yer interested."

"....is that so?"
By midday, the paperwork was complete. I knew where I wanted to go. Five miles south of the Canadian border and twelve miles west of the state line. And I wanted to fly there myself.
Time to stretch my wings: Leg 1: Sugar Loaf Shore (7FA1) to Everglades Airpark (X01)

I'll follow the keys east until I get to Marathon, then head due north till I reach the coast, the follow the coast up to Everglades airpark.
The weather was beautiful and still as I started the engines for the first time:

Ready to launch into the air:


Following Highway One to Marathon:


Approaching Marathon...

...and heading north away from the keys:

I can see the Florida coast from the cockpit:

Finally hit the mainland:


I skirt around some clouds that have formed:

And under others:

Everglade Airpark in sight:



Back on the ground. I am now one small step closer to the mystery location in the North-West. I take my backpack, and step out of the plane.
That's what the brochures say. but my stay has been anything but serene. My nights have been restless, my dreams haunting. A few disjointed images at first: Fir trees blowing in the wind; traffic lights swinging from an overhead wire. A few nights ago, I dreamed of a ghostly white horse. But last night's dream was quite specific. A voice: over and over again. "Washington. Five miles south of the Canadian border. Twelve miles west of the state line."
I rose early and ate my breakfast of bacon, sausages, tomatos, toast and coffee, and wandered down to the airstrip to take my mind off my troubles. I was admiring a Maule parked on the grass when a voice pipped up behind me:
"She's fer sale if yer interested."

"....is that so?"
By midday, the paperwork was complete. I knew where I wanted to go. Five miles south of the Canadian border and twelve miles west of the state line. And I wanted to fly there myself.
Time to stretch my wings: Leg 1: Sugar Loaf Shore (7FA1) to Everglades Airpark (X01)

I'll follow the keys east until I get to Marathon, then head due north till I reach the coast, the follow the coast up to Everglades airpark.
The weather was beautiful and still as I started the engines for the first time:

Ready to launch into the air:


Following Highway One to Marathon:


Approaching Marathon...

...and heading north away from the keys:

I can see the Florida coast from the cockpit:

Finally hit the mainland:


I skirt around some clouds that have formed:

And under others:

Everglade Airpark in sight:

The airpark is situated immediately southwest of the Big Cypress National Preserve, and is surrounded on three sides by the waters of Everglades National Park. The Fakahatchee Strand State Preserve and Collier Seminole State Park are to the north. The Gulf Visitor Center and National Park Ranger Station, within walking distance of the airpark, provide canoe rentals, tour boats and docks for itinerant boats.


Back on the ground. I am now one small step closer to the mystery location in the North-West. I take my backpack, and step out of the plane.





























