Charles Russell Scrapbook Images
Taxiing across the field, the pilot gunned his engines several times and then away we roared into the thick soupy fog which seemed everywhere. We went into a climbing turn and suddenly we were out of the mist and in the blue sky. Heading north over Burbank we climbed towards the pass until the altimeter in the cabin read 9000 feet. We passed over the ridge and the mountains spread out in a great devil’s washboard.