Raising the flag MSNBC

I looked anxiously out of the window of our Twin Otter, scanning the landscape for the Hab, our home for the next month. All I could see was dirt and rock, dirt and rock. I finally got a glimpse of it, ahead and under the wing, but Rod, our pilot, banked the plane sharply, making a practice pass over the dirt landing strip, and the tilt of the aircraft gave me two new views