Word: sun
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...took off at 8:15 a.m., warmed by the bright sun. Hazy visibility was a welcome ten miles. As the plane headed for Lindbergh Field, Instructor Kazy sat in the right front seat of the four-seater, Boswell in the left. They received permission from the Lindbergh tower to make a practice approach under instrument conditions, since Lindbergh is the only airport in the area with the sophisticated electronics for guiding instrument flights. As they circled to await the assigned time for their training maneuver, a mild Santa Ana wind was blowing off the hot, dry desert...
...plane, for permission to circle for a second, similar practice pass. Permission was granted. The. Cessna was to head east-northeast (70°) for about ten miles and climb to 3,500 ft. before circling west. The Cessna pilots followed instructions, heading directly into the glare of the morning sun...
When I awoke at 1:30, I again decided to ignore warnings not to hike in the midday sun, and started up the South Kaibab Trail. Twenty yards up the trail was a big sign saying "WARNING--THIS TRAIL NOT RECOMMENDED FOR HIKING OUT. THERE IS NO SHADE, ONLY ONE EMERGENCY TELEPHONE, AND IT IS VERY STEEP. TAKE AT LEAST FOUR QUARTS OF WATER, ALLOW SIX TO EIGHT HOURS FOR HIKE! MULE RESCUES ARE COSTLY AND NOT ALWAYS AVAILABLE." Scratched under that was the legend "Jim Duggin did it on only two quarts, 4/13/77." I had no water...
...first hour was fine and I rested ten minutes before setting off again. Then I went for half an hour before resting. I started again, sweating now, breathing harder, throat drying, back and legs burning from the sun, and as I came around a ledge I ran smack into what joggers call The Wall. Not The Wall at Fenway Park, but a massive physiological-psychological being who sits on your chest and squeezes your lungs and makes each step an act of supreme will worthy of a Nietzschean Superman...
Four years ago he surprised the experts by leading the U.S. Equestrian Team to a world championship at Burghley, England, and winning for himself a gold medal. Now Bruce Davidson, 28, cool, aristocratic, and every lean inch a horseman, prepared under a merciless Kentucky sun to defend his title against the best riders in his dangerous and specialized sport...