Navigating Instrument Failure at 10,000 Feet
Fear of Landing
NOVEMBER 22, 2024
I pony-tail my long hair, disheveled by the tempest brewing across much of central Canada, and say, “We’re in for a treat today. One hour out, our ground speed is an absurdly slow: seventy knots as indicated by our distance measuring equipment (DME). I mention this to Gavin. A surge of bile stings my throat.
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