So yesterday two friends and I went out looking for an airplane that wrecked in the Indian Peaks Wilderness back in the early ’70′s.  A fresh dousing of snow to the area (and PERHAPS a bit of bad route finding on my part) means that, at least by the three of us, the wreck remains un-discovered.  Of course a day in the “wilderness” with friends is never all bad, even if the objective for the day remains “on the list”.