[Richard Flanders]

I'm sure these get boring but I had a great day shooting (at) clays on my favorite ridge at 4100ft in the Alaska Range. First flew past a B-24 wreck 35mi south of town. This plane went down during a test flite in the early 40's and killed a few folks. They decided to duplicate the flite to try to sort out the issue and repeated the wreck nearby and killed even more. This one was used for strafing practice with P-51's and P-38's and has more holes in it than there is metal. A vintage test pilot friend, now deceased, was one of the strafers and had good stories about it. Getting onto the ridge, it was too brisk for a nap so I hiked up the ridge and had a good view down to the south. Sandhill cranes were going over by the hundreds at about 9000ft; amazing how loud they are even from that high.