One drizzly morning in Santa Monica, California, a group of powerful individualists took to the air in a Piper Cherokee-6, and hop-scotched toward the Galapagos Islands. Somewhere, over uncharted jungle into which an airplane can disappear without a trace, an inch of gasoline is discovered sloshing about on the floor of the cabin. What do you do? If you are Gwen Moore, you pass out oyster crackers, wish everyone goodbye, cross your fingers, and close your eyes. Destination Galapagos describes this hi-octane heart-stopper, and many others like it.
Ed Robison
Author of The Fox and Other Stories
