Now, GeeBee, all the above is genuine: (1) no one can knock the SC for joy and (2) there are lots of wonderful people and places to go to. Have you considered a sort-of mini-Alaska without the mountains? Where there's real fishing, hunting, flying in wide open spaces? No snakes, heats and droughts, among people who make no distinctions of character because of what you believe or drink.
So here's your invitation to Nova Scotia, sticking out like a raft in the North Atlantic, the first settled of Canada by Europeans, first to bring responsible government and freedom of the press to the British North American colonies, where I look over a harbour of wild Atlantic salmon, sea-run brookies, rainbow and browns, oysters, free for the taking.
Yeah, I know that I sound like a Texan. But who's got anything against Texans? And, if you should go to floats at Lake Lanier, I'm flying a 180hp Bushmaster on floats, parked on a dolly at the bottom of the hill. As for your age, 43 years plus 20-some makes you a youngster. Life is always just beginning. I'm 81 who started nearly 60 years ago in a J3 on floats. My instructor was shot down in WW1.