It was after 4 o'clock in the morning and a light snow was falling, ruddy in the red glow of the obstruction lights. Off to the east, three miles away, the radio operator on the roof of the municipal airport could see the lights of Salt Lake City. Beyond, and to the northeast, the Wasatch Mountains jutted. From the west came the rumble of two big engines, over the radio the businesslike voice of veteran United Air Lines Pilot Howard Fey, eastbound from San Francisco.
Trip 16 was at 13,000 feet. The radioman...
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