It was a calm sunny day in mid-January as Bob climbed into his plane to go for a late afternoonflight over the mountains. He started the engine and it gave a weak squeal as it turned over. Bob thoughtnothing of this as it happens when it is cold out, but it was more than he could ever know. He taxied hisplane to the end of the runway and applied full power. The plane began to accelerate slowly at first butquickly gained speed, and just as fast it leaped into the air. About twenty minutes into the flight the plane gave a shudder as a strong gust of wind shoved atthe small plane. In minutes the sun disappeared and snow took its place. Bob's peaceful afternoon flighthad just become a nightmare. Bob attempted to turn the small plane back to the airport but the wind would not allow it. Thewind had it's way with the plane until that squeal came back to haunt the young man inside. With ashudder and a bang the plane's prop stopped. Within seconds the stall horn began to blow and the planerolled onto it's right side and plummeted to the snow covered ground. Bob awoke, not knowing how long he was out, hoping that some one had received his frantic callsfor help. After a day he decided to try and hike out, he took everything he could carry. He made gooddistance during the day but at nightfall he knew it was over; the temperature had fallen below negative fiftymark. The rescuers sent out search parties and finally found him in his sleeping bag next to a burnt outfire. They had been looking for weeks, this is what they had expected.