Panic welled inside as I realized there was no escape, that I could only founder helplessly on. I made no attempt to-reassure the passengers with white-He downplaying of our situation. On the edge of my seat, my nose almost touching the windshield, I moved my head constantly across the Plexiglas, as if by shifting my eyes a few inches I could gain a bit of visibility. The snow now was so thick it seemed solid; clumps of it stuck to the windshield for a moment before the relative wind and propeller blast slid them up or off to the side. The airplane began to mush, and without looking-I dared not spare a second for a glance-I knew snow was accumulating on the leading edges of the wings, slowly robbing the aircraft of lift. I added a little power and the mushing ceased. That is it about Alaska that can make a young journalist from the East Coast abandon his career and become a bush pilot? From tragic accidents to famous clients and the journey to become a seasoned seaplane pilot flying the rugged terrain of western Washington, British Columbia, and Southeast Alaska, this fascinating first-person account answers that question. Book jacket.
Seaplanes along the Inside Passage
Graphic Arts Center Publishing Company
The Highs and Lows of a Modern Bush Pilot