Cold air was blowing up my pant leg from the vent near the rudder pedals, and I had a giant chart sprawled over me like a blanket. Sunlight poured in the cockpit. It was a beautiful day 10,500 feet over Northern Arizona.
I found myself on the way to Henderson, Nevada; a small suburb south of Las Vegas. It was only two weeks earlier my enterprising roommate asked me if I would help him with a small start up venture we...
