It was late Friday afternoon, the first day of our month-long vacation trip to the East Coast. We were somewhere between Albuquerque NM and Dalhart TX, headed for Tulsa, cruising at FL180 to stay above the ice. My wife was fast asleep in the back of our Cessna Turbo 310, bundled tightly in her security blanket with a cannula up her nose. I occupied the left front seat, and was freezing my tush off because the damn cabin heater had decided to flame out. It had been working fine at 12,000 feet but quit when we climbed to top the icing layer. Now the sun was going down, the OAT gauge indicated -15C, and I couldn't feel my toes anymore.
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