National Geographic : 1951 Jun
708 Trained Eyes Appraise the Shooting by Air Air Force color photographs accompanying this article of a photoelectric aperture control for plane-borne can automatically assures accuracy of exposure in varying 1 Col. George W. Goddard (right) commands the phol Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Dayton, Ohio. He examine huge (9 x 18 inch) color transparencies on an ill Mississippi. Just beyond, in Iowa, Muscatine marked the larger river's sharp turn to the south. Clouds Hide Plains to Denver My map-to-land comparisons were again interrupted by a solid cloud layer which was to hide the plains to Denver, where we landed at dusk.* Early next morning I left my hotel to catch the 6:35 milk run to Salt Lake City. A pea-soup fog, unusual for Denver, greeted me at the airport. Two hours later the fog and I were still there, but conditions had improved sufficiently to meet the Civil Aeronautics Ad ministration's safety requirements. We took off. For two or three minutes the plane climbed through the dense mist. Suddenly we "sur faced" upon a sea of sunlit rollers which ex tended to the slopes of the upthrusting Rockies. I picked up Pikes Peak, which was clearly labeled by the switch backs of its motor road. They appeared as loose stitches of white thread, coarse near the mountain's base and finer toward the sum mit. Nestling in clear morning air at the foot of this huge memorial to Zebulon Montgom ery Pike was 6,000 foot-high Colorado Springs, resort city of fine residences, hotels, and (it's no secret, they're proud of it) virtually no industry! No smoke! Forty miles to the south I spotted Pueblo, a sprawling mass of smoking factories on U. S. Air Force the plain beside the Force Cameramen Arkansas River. Here were made during tests in Colorado's industrial eras. This new device center we made our first ight, even at jet speeds. of seven stops between tographic laboratory at and two assistants here Denver and Salt Lake luminated table. City. Gone was the early morning fog. In made-to-order weather we soared above the Arkansas River to Canon City, distinguishable from the air by the gray stone walls of Colorado State Penitentiary. On the field I asked the steward, "Do we fly over Royal Gorge?" "No, it isn't on our route; but if we leave here on time, the pilot might consider taking it in," replied the genial young man. Minutes later our plane, steeply banked, was circling over the Royal Gorge. Into this * See "Colorado, a Barrier That Became a Goal," by McFall Kerbey, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE, July, 1932.