Getting to be sandbar season with the water levels in the Fraser dropping. Flying by one and got invited down on "Sesame Street" (that's what pilots call 123.45 radio frequency used for chat - despite what the AIP advises).
A couple of really big-tired airplanes were already there, making my 8:50x6 look like skateboard wheels. One was a Carbon Cub, the other a trick looking Murphy Rebel that had already had a flight on the end of a helicopter long-line after landing where he shouldn't have.
I asked if they were the fabled "Sandbar Cowboys". They sneered and said those are the cougar hunters on Granville Island, and that I probably meant the "Gravel Bar Cowboys" out of Langley and no they weren't those guys either, (greenhorn).
Then the three of us squirrel-caged around landing on different sandbars, what a hoot!
On the way back I checked out this year's corn maze near Cloverdale. Must be a soccer fan.
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