Everytime he saw a mountain, Air Force Reserve Lieut. John Hodgkin was seized by an overwhelming urge to land an airplane on it. It had been tough when he was a boyhis wheezy, old Curtiss-Wright pusher with its 45-h.p. engine was no match for the Sierra Nevadas towering over his home in Selma, Calif.
But after the war, he bought a surplus Piper Cub and went after the mountains with a vengeance. He kept going higher & higher until one day he plunked his white-winged Cub down on the 12,400-ft. level of California's...
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