Not seeing any breaks in the wall I picked an area with the least amount of flashes, kicked off the autopilot and dove in. Tightening my seat belt I studied the flashing clouds, looking for a weakness, a gap, anything that might increase my chances of survival. (The tiny Cessna I was flying could barely make half that altitude on its best day) I was heading for the middle. higher? The unreachable tops of the powerful storm front didn’t matter to me though. The boiling mass of dark gray towered above me, topping out at 40,000 feet?.

As I approached the storm wall I felt insignificant, like a tiny ant at the base of a skyscraper. I needed to go east and the line of massive thunderstorms was in my way.

And I’d passed the point of no return long ago. I didn’t bother looking at the map for an escape path, there was none. My mood darkened as I stared out at the massive light show laid out in front of me. And a darned good one if you ask my opinion. It was surprising how fast little details of stories that I thought were burned into my memory faded.) But over time the project became a full fledged book. My original goal was just to jot down a few of my flying stories so I could share them with my family. It’s called “FERRY PILOT” (clever right?) I really wanted to call it Fairy Tales but I thought it would come up when someone searches for the gingerbread man or something.Īnyway, the book is finally done and will be launching on Amazon today and I couldn’t be happier! When I started this project I had no idea it would take so long. What book you ask? Why the book I’ve written about my early years as an international ferry pilot of course. I’ve been working on my book for 10 years.

FERRY PILOT by Kerry McCauley