United Air Lines Trip 4 swung east toward Wasatch Mountains, began the half circle that would bring it in over Salt Lake City airport from the south. It was 11 o'clock at night, and most of the passengers on the sky sleeper were in their beds. The red, white and green lights of the landing field twinkled mistily under a drizzling rain, but ceiling and visibility were not bad: 1,600 feet and nine miles.
George Gearhart, tavern worker, and Robert Pearson, railroad-yard checker, watched the big plane level off at one of the...
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