More like Captain Ahab! In the months after I limped home, the aeroplane remained a consuming obsession. The problem was that although we found two engines, a tail, a wing and even newspapers from 1943, we didn't find anything that said 'CNAC 58'. Two months later, after reading my account of the trip in Outlook, and asking me for directions, an American adventurer named Clayton Kuhles went up to the same site and came back maintaining that this wasn't CNAC 58 but some other aircraft entirely.
Why did this matter? Because the two pilots of CNAC 58 had survived the crash and lived to tell an epic tale. One of them, Joe Rosbert, was still alive and I had met him. All right, it's not Moby Dick, but CNAC 58 is a good story.