My Plane Went Down in the Nevada Desert With an 81-Year-Old Woman in the Passenger Seat. She Said It Was the Most Fun She’d Had in Years. We Had One Bottle of Water
I fly a small plane for hire out of Reno. Mostly hunters, surveyors and rich people in a hurry. That morning, my passenger was an 81-year-old widow who’d booked me to scatter her husband’s ashes over the Black Rock Desert. Forty minutes into the flight, the engine quit. She didn’t scream. She asked if she could take a picture.
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