Those mountains looming behind N5296Z on the ramp at the Ogden, UT airport (left) rise to over 12,000 feet. After takeoff, air traffic control had me fly on a westerly heading and spiral upward until I had enough altitude to proceed on course. 
Most of my route of flight had to be flown at 13,000 feet. On approach to Ogden, I crossed the great Salt Lake. The dry areas are mostly whitish-brown and reflect the Noon-day sunlight back in your eyes. But in spite of the uncomfortableness, it's an awesome sight.
Most of my route of flight had to be flown at 13,000 feet. On approach to Ogden, I crossed the great Salt Lake. The dry areas are mostly whitish-brown and reflect the Noon-day sunlight back in your eyes. But in spite of the uncomfortableness, it's an awesome sight.
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