Carb Heat

Norm was doing the walkaround on the Maule. It was late winter; the snow was mushy even in the morning. The Maule was on skis and tied down to the lake with ice screws used by mountain climbers. He was mumbling “carb ice” and making sure I heard it. Overly concerned, I thought. We had […]

Your Plane

It’s an early blue-sky morning with not much wind, as I recall. I’m sitting in the Maule. The engine has stopped, and I’ve just collided with a 172. The right wing has ridden over the 172’s red cowl and rests at the windscreen root. At the dock, moored by its right float, the side where […]