Short Final

While flying from Henderson, Nevada to Ontario, California, I was receiving flight following from L.A. Center. In the middle of the desert, just southwest of Primm, Nevada, I heard a pilot initiate a call to Center with, “Excuse Me … .” My ears perked up. The conversation was as follows: … Pilot: “Excuse Me. Can you tell me why there are lighthouses in the middle of the desert?” … Center: “Was that NXXXXX calling L.A. Center?” … Pilot: “Yes, sir.” … Center: “Those are not lighthouses. They are solar electric plants. Consider yourself enlightened.” — Bob Hoffman

While flying from Henderson, Nevada to Ontario, California, I was receiving flight following from L.A. Center. In the middle of the desert, just southwest of Primm, Nevada, I heard a pilot initiate a call to Center with, "Excuse Me ... ." My ears perked up. The conversation was as follows:

Pilot:
"Excuse Me. Can you tell me why there are lighthouses in the middle of the desert?"

Center:
"Was that NXXXXX calling L.A. Center?"

Pilot:
"Yes, sir."

Center:
"Those are not lighthouses. They are solar electric plants. Consider yourself enlightened."


Bob Hoffman