M. Gromov – Across the North Pole to America
As he flew over my part of the world (Vancouver):
“The Canadian tundra appeared. The sky cleared. Unknown land stretched beneath us: numberless lakes of varying size and shape, bogs, rivers, and scrub, gradually passing into forest. This monotonous landscape stretched as far as the Rocky Mountains, which well deserve their name.
… we reached the shores of the Pacific in the vicinity of Seattle. An hour later the clouds above the hills evaporated, but the shore and sky were still veiled. Ahead of us, a splendid blue sky could be seen. This gave us hope that we would have fine weather during the night.”