Features April 2012 Issue
Down to the Driggs
Every airport with an instrument approach must have some blessed IFR departure. But that doesn’t mean you can fly it, and the problem might not be climb rate.
On a fine spring day, you trundled off to Driggs, Idaho, to meet your buddy and sneak off to the best-kept-secret fishing spot in the west Tetons. Your buddy made a killing because he was an Apple geek in the '80s and bought no stock but theirs. He chartered a plane to Driggs. You invested heavily in the DeLorean Motor Company—and arrived in your dad’s old 172H.