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Back in July 2006, my father and I were wandering the streets of Red Lake, Ontario when we bumped into a father and son from England who were doing exactly the same
thing. As it happened, they were heading over to the far side of the bay to see a Norseman that was being worked on away from the others. We tagged along and discovered a bunch
of old airplane "treasures" discarded in the bushes. (Trevor McTavish)
Norseman pilot's door. Who was Dean? (Trevor McTavish)
Norseman cargo doors and a window frame. I've always loved the variety of colour schemes applied to bush planes, and these parts still share their stories. (Trevor McTavish)
Cessna doors by the storage shed. (Trevor McTavish)
Norseman flaps lying in the moss; an interesting juxtaposition with the metallic machinery sitting amongst organic nature. (Trevor McTavish)
Most puzzling was this Beech 18 fuselage. Someone had taken the effort to haul it deep into the woods. It's at least 100 feet from the nearest road. Why bother? (Trevor McTavish)
Mother Nature is extremely patient. Her mossy tendrils slowly encroach on the wing of a Beech 18. (Trevor McTavish)
Once part of a hardworking bush plane, maybe today this wing has found new service as a home for small animals? I do think it's safe to say that it'll never again feel
the rush of wind over its aluminum skin. (Trevor McTavish)
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