Time flies quickly amidst the busy and intense training and the warm companionship.
On the evening of the seventh day, when Lin Yu'an walked out of the FAA office holding the license that encapsulated countless sweat and effort, he knew his journey in Anchorage was about to end.
He needed to go home. Aliya and Emily were still waiting for him in Wiseman.
Early the next morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Max drove her Subaru, taking Lin Yu'an to Merrill Field.
The air was suffused with a faint sadness of departure. The car played no music, only the subtle "squeak" sound of tires crushing the snow.
Inside the massive temperature-controlled hangar, the colorful Turbo Beaver had already been hauled to the tarmac by the ground crew, ready for departure, like a spirited warhorse.
