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Steve Fossett Crash Site Update

by John M. White |

Now that the remains of the aircraft flown by Steve Fossett have been found, searchers and rescuers are hoping to recover the aircraft damage and uncover what caused the highly experienced adventurer and aviator to crash into the mountains of California. Fossettlicense

Found at the site were Fossett's pilot license, $ 1,000 in cash along with a tattered sweat shirt and a number of bone fragments believed to belong to Steve Fossett.  It appears that the Super Decathalon crashed and slid about 100 feet up the mountain while the engine slid up the mountain another 300 feet, indicating that the aircraft was at cruise speed or higher at the time of the crash.

However, with winter weather just around the corner and snow already flying up in the mountains it may be impossible to recover all of the wreckage before the winter weather closes in.  Some 50 searchers and 5 dogs searched the crash site, described as a clear area near the Minaret Lake Trail, a steeply sloped location.

It appears that Fossett's disappearance will not turn into another Amelia Earhart mystery.  It is a shame that we will not be able to witness an attempt on the land world speed record by a true adventurer. Fossettcar

Until next time keep your wings straight and level Hersch!

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"High Flight"

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

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