This ain't your typical hangar. We're talkin' a straight-up B707, engine vibrating, and we're scaling this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's screamin' in our ears, the ground's fading below, and I swear I saw a hawk gliding past. This is the kind of trip that sticks with you. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, watchin' down at… Read More