Saturday, March 27, 2021
Welcome back, my chuckaboos! I apologize in advance — I will be scarce around the blogosphere for the rest of this month. I have a lot of catching up to do on Dead of Winter.
There isn’t much preamble today, I barely made it to the river as it is. However, I do have a random reader thing. It’s from John W. Howell. Several weeks ago he suggested insufficient fuel. How could I possibly pass that up?
I threatened another cliffhanger, so hang on tight.
The Delta Pearl
Chapter 68 — Fuel
Aero-cab Station Jean Marc Cote 1899 Wikipedia
Sooty air left specks on the goggles of my breathing apparatus. Although that didn’t make much difference. I had flown up into the brown cloud. It prevented me seeing anything, even if the goggles had been clean.
The kite-like wings welded onto…
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