So here's the thing. I went up on a four-seat Cessna this afternoon with a local flight instructor who told us he knew the location of the fancy Flying M Ranch, owned by Paris Hilton's grandpa and where Steve Fossett took off. I wanted to see it. I shared the tab for this flight with journalists from the Sunday Telegraph and the Sunday Times of London, lovely blokes both.
Sadly, for $200 an hour our pilot was a bit incompetent. We wandered through the region searching for it and couldn't find it. My cell phone was working from up above, so I text messaged Miles and my "Petcast" co-host Emily to get them to find me GPS coordinates.
Anywho, it was still a nice ride that gave us good perspective on the vast and difficult terrain the planes are facing as they seek Fossett. And I may have set myself good for some future assignments with the British newspapers, too. Always working an angle, I am.
Here are some more pix, each of which can be enlarged by clicking on them:
1 comments:
That's hilarious. I wish I had an aerial photo of East Tennessee to show you. Nevada -- a desert -- is greener than Tennessee this hot, desolate, drought-ravaged September. Our farmers ran out of hay in July, at which time they started selling off their livestock. I hope they sent 'em to Nevada!
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