pemThe big storm over Amarillo was breathing down our necks now, having reversed itself completely, and I had the choice of flying the canyon, something I would not do in a light plane under any circumstances, or landing on someone's ranch. Suddenly the plane rose just a fraction of a second, then wham! Down she went. empp ppem I heard a loud crack as I pulled the throttle clear back and nosed her down. There goes a wing, I thought, but Fred shouted in a muffled voice that it was just his head going through the top! And it had, through the inner canvas roof. I looked back and there he sat, baggage tumbling around his shoulders.emppem empp Cloud Clippers The High-Flying Life of Marie Rae Miller Hubertem emis the story of a woman's daring and remarkable life. Marie was a teacher, meteorologist, artist, writer, poet, private and commercial pilot, and completely unique mother. Flying was her passion. She earned her private pilot's license in 1945 at age twenty-four, then marched into a ban