 And he was flying at about 800 feet. He pulled back on the stick. And all of a sudden, that little spirit of St. Louis started to climb up and up and up and up and up. And it seemed like it took forever. But eventually, as he went up, he broke through the fog and he broke through the storm clouds and he broke through to a dazzling sunshine. And the wings were fine and the air was fine up there. And Lindbergh