(Reno, NV) Back to Reno, flying into the tail end of a great snowstorm. Up to eight feet of snow fell in the mountains, with winds over a hundred miles an hour.
As my plane descends, wave upon wave of clouds crash in great breakers over the mountains. Sheer curtains of snowfall trail behind them, still lit by the sun. Thin blades of ice hang motionless in blue overhead.
We dive dizzying through layer upon layer of clouds, fractured and spinning, then sink below gasping to a desert bottom unreal, ghostlike in the snow.