My wife and I planned a flight to the San Francisco area to attend our eldest granddaughter’s college graduation. On the morning of departure, I obtained a standard briefing indicating beautiful VFR for the entire flight. We headed to the airport, preflighted the aircraft and loaded our luggage. A smooth takeoff run was followed by a crisp climbout in the cool morning air to our cruising altitude of 9500 feet.
The GPS showed we were on course and I opened our flight plan. The morning sun on the eastern flanks of the Cascades bathed the mountains in a beautiful warm glow as they slid past the windows. In the distance, Mt. Shasta loomed at over 14,000 feet in the windscreen. I pointed out the Klamath Falls airport as it came into view.
