We wheel slowly in a huge circle after a fine glimpse of the Pacific’s blue expanse and are headed homeward. We are engrossed in watching the ribbons of road. Suddenly the staccato barck of the engines cease. What’s wrong? Then just ahead we see the long row of grandstand and the lines of planes. We are coasting in to a landing. The engine in the wing nacelle blots out part of the landing view but we soon bump to a halt.