The engines are started, twenty shiny propellers glistening in the sun, forty exhausts rumbling and belching blue smoke. . . . Everything ready, the pilot waves his hand, the blocks are pulled and the flights taxi out one at a time. Away goes the commander, motor roaring, streamers flying, and the rest follow in their proper formation order. A couple of turns around the aerodrome and they're away to the line-up, up, and they soon disappear in the haze. Just beyond that beckoning "haze," Captain Bogart Rogers and his fellow pilots flew into enemy territory to fight the world's first air...
The engines are started, twenty shiny propellers glistening in the sun, forty exhausts rumbling and belching blue smoke. . . . Everything ready, the p...
The Mountain of Seven Gables is an inspirational story of survival and redemption set against a background of Northern California, San Francisco, Fresno, and Sacramento. It takes the reader on a journey down the John Muir Trail from Yosemite Valley to the Summit of Mount Whitney.
The Mountain of Seven Gables is an inspirational story of survival and redemption set against a background of Northern California, San Francisco, Fres...
"I shoved the throttle against the stop, pegged the revs at 2600, and took a fast swipe at beads of sweat stinging my eyes. The rim rushed toward us, massive, round, and glossy smooth. I banked right and clawed out through the notch. The horizon burst open with a shower of sweet sunlight and the taste of fresh air." The event described here by the author in his search for uranium in the 1950s is one of many describing the excitement, the disappointments, and the discoveries of a pilot-geologist team flying a Piper Super Cub in the rim country of the Southwest. Written as a memoir, it looks...
"I shoved the throttle against the stop, pegged the revs at 2600, and took a fast swipe at beads of sweat stinging my eyes. The rim rushed toward us, ...
The engines are started, twenty shiny propellers glistening in the sun, forty exhausts rumbling and belching blue smoke. . . . Everything ready, the pilot waves his hand, the blocks are pulled and the flights taxi out one at a time. Away goes the commander, motor roaring, streamers flying, and the rest follow in their proper formation order. A couple of turns around the aerodrome and they're away to the line-up, up, and they soon disappear in the haze. Just beyond that beckoning "haze," Captain Bogart Rogers and his fellow pilots flew into enemy territory to fight the world's first air...
The engines are started, twenty shiny propellers glistening in the sun, forty exhausts rumbling and belching blue smoke. . . . Everything ready, the p...
