The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-12


A striking view of one of
deeper canyons, more intimate
views, as the plane rides closer, but
follows a path that is as definite as
street railway track.
For variety. there is offered as you
pass above the mountains a hail
storm which beats tattoo upon the
wings for its moment Of history and
is left behind.
Storms In Southwest
It is the time of storms in Ari-
iona and New Mexico. The earth
is being flooded. Roads have been
washed away.
You ride around these storms, not
through them. You catch flash
of lightning in the distance, start
ing apparently from your own
level. You have the strange ex-
perience of seeing rains go down
instead of coming down.
There is another landing at
Winslow. More gas. A chat with
the station master, who has a
friend in Indianapolis. Another
start and you are off for Albu-
querque.
The only discomfort comes from
the attack of a new experience upon
the mind.
There is no physical discomfort,
none of the WEAKNESS that comes
from riding in automobile Or other
means of transportation. If you are
tired, it is from the task of being
too comfortable and too easy. The
only strain is that of remaining
seated. If you care. you can relax
by walking down the narrow aisle.
But the possibilities in that direc-
ton are limited. The fifteen min
utes at each field offer necessary
relief.
Yeer From Straight Line
You discover that the great for
ests of New Mexico and eastern
Arizona are untouched as yet. There
begin green patches, and such
greens!
The route from WinsloW to Al
buquerque deriates from a straight
line. There are mountain ranges.
It is safer tc veer to Gallup on the
north. a triangle in place of the
straight line that had carried the
plane from Los Angeles to WinSloW.
There is an Indian reservation in
the distance. vast tracts set aside
for the Zuni tribes. There is some
thing of agriculture and much of
sheep herding.
It is late afternoon when the
plane stops at the New Mexico
metropolis which lies in a fertile
valley, irrigated by its small river,
filled by the recent storms.
Wheel'Is Changed
But here are new adventures. It
is discovered that the tire on one
Of the landing wheels does not meet
the tests. The wheel is changed.
That delays for q half hour and
again you are in tn air, riding above
new mountains, finding the pass to
the Lowell levels of the eastern part
OF the state, the pathway to Texas.
The change of tires has delayed
the schedule for this trip, so that
darkness begins to fall and far be-
meath the little lights from little
villages are seen. Then the search
lights. twelve miles apart, begin to
play upon the skies and ahead and
upon the plane as it passes. Small
blinkerS, between, make a route as
clear as could be marked on land.
You land in square of electric
lights. easily and without a jar.
And after q lapse of nine hours,
with approximately an hour and
half upon the earth. you have COW
cree a distance of 937 miles.
Ride in Aero Car
Carried by an aero car to the
railway station, there is dinner. and
a short wait for the train, that left
day before yesterday, to pick you up
and carry you to Kyanoka, Okla.
Breakfast. another ride to the
field. and away again. The next
stop is Wichita, 1T miles away.
There are some new passengers,
among them a 12-year-old girl who
writes all about it to her mother as
she pioneers.
OH fields, farm lands, Emporia,
the home of William Allen White
in the distance, and Ottawa, where
Senator Henry Allen got his start,
a few miles ahead. and at noon
you are Swooping upon Kansas City
with its skyscrapers and its vast
business and industrial section. The
Missouri river marks the spot. And
you follow it as you go aloft fifteen
minutes later and ride across Mis-
souri,. varied and beautiful. You
try to estimate the size Of farms
and of houses. You meet the river
again and again as it goes on its
circuitous route and you travel in
a straight line.
The city OF Columbus and its
great university buildings seem like
dots. You catch sight q the great
bridge at Bonneville, the city's pride.
It looks small from the skies.
Across Indiana Now
Then st. Louis. a change of pas
sengers and you are on the last lap
across Illinois and Indiana. The
pilot has word of a thunderstorm
ahead. He has listened to radio
messages from st. Louis and he
pokeS the nose of the machine up
ward. above the clouds and you
look down upon them with con-