Mark and I are getting a pretty good education on wreckchasing, the art of finding and hiking to historic airplane crashes.
It's a growing hobby that combines a love of outdoors with a love of history. And you've really got to love hiking, climbing and camping to get to some of the old wrecks lingering in the tough Sierra Nevada terrain.
When you think about it, these old crashes are like museum pieces. In some places, you can see big pieces of planes and in others, just bits and pieces -- like a decaying parachute flapping in the breeze.
Now Mark, in a way, is joining that wreckchasing fraternity with his hike up to the 1942 crash on the Mendel glacier. As a history buff, I'm anxious to see what he finds.
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