“The plane descended into the rugged mounts of southeastern Idaho as Brown repeated a desperate Mayday call. They were streaking downward into Bear Claw National Forest. It was thousands of miles in the most pristine, pure and rugged wilderness in the United States. It was a place where the roar of grizzly bears and mountain lions could still be heard. The plane nosed down into an isolated canyon. It was a tiny speck on the map know only as “The Breath of Hell.”
Book:The Lost Champion