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As far as describing our book, this excerpt from the editor of the book to us says it all. "After reading your tales, it is no wonder you were urged to write them down. In a very personal manner, you have painted wonderful pictures of what it was like to both homestead and then live for decades in the biggest state. The stories are humorous, heartfelt, and simply delightful. I've commented at a couple of places in the manuscript where I actually laughed out loud while reading. And there are many other instances of successful humor in the book, one of the hardest things to pull off in print. In addition, your treatment of deaths is respectful and philosophical. The structure is straightforward, as this is a collection of stories meant to be read in order. The information is presented in a logical sequence. Your tone is conversational and down to earth, perfect for these stories of Alaska. The dialogue seems natural and keeps things moving." If you enjoy reading this book half as much as we enjoyed writing it, we have been successful.
Jack spins his plane around and lines up with the short runway. He sits looking down just over one thousand feet to the other end and, maybe another six hundred feet to the tall trees. He cranks the prop out flat getting the engine up to twenty-seven hundred rpm. He sets the brakes and pushing the throttle all the way in, releases the brakes as soon as the engine hits full rpm. The plane starts moving, a little slow at first, and then it starts to accelerate. With about six hundred feet of runway used up, Jack has to hunker down to see the tops of the trees. Jack pulls ten degrees of flaps and eases the wheel back. The plane comes off the ground. The air speed indicates only thirty-five miles an hour. Jack holds the plane level with the wheels only a foot or so off the ground. At he end of the runway his air speed is seventy-five miles an hour. He pulls the control wheel sharply back and the plane seems to leap straight up. He claws for enough altitude to miss the tall trees and level out. Whether it is that moment of elation when the wheels leave the ground and Jack is airborne or the delight brought on by the hum of the engine when the boat goes up on step, life is exciting. Living with the great wilderness of Alaska out their backdoor, Jack and Rita Stout sample all that life has to offer. They boat, fly, drive offroad with snowmobiles and ATVs and tell about their adventures.
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