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moved about less frequently. Most just lay back with eyes half closed. My own reaction to high altitude was one of ravenous hunger. After having one breakfast, I had another and would have had a third except there was nothing left. 

Fred Clarke and Nick Germoni started to sing. Spence was obviously displeased at this seeming out-of-place boisterousness but even a stony glance back from him did not still their voices. We flew over a recent railroad wreck in which many persons had been killed near Ogden, Utah. Railroad tracks looked out of place in that immense, lonly swampy waste.

Once more we were over the mountains but this time we flew beside rather than over them and it was almost as though on could reach out and touch their peaks. Shortly we over Reno, Nevada, a disappointingly small city for so much publicity, I thought. Good press agents in their Chamber of Commerce, I said aloud as the plane swept down, settled lightly on the runway, wheeled before the administration building, paused briefly, then took off again. 

Low, billowly clouds completely covered San Fernando Valley as our airplane continued West. The stubby DC-3 flew directly over them crouching low as a cat ready to pounce into the nearest break. Several minutes later we started a long sweep to the left going down into the clouds. The windows of the cabin were cotton covered white. I held my breath. Down, down we conti nued and still we were in the "soup". At about 1000