A mechanical shriek followed a low rumble as the Boeing 737 came closer, a looming albatross partially obscured by a thin, misty cloud.
Within moments, it had passed and was soaring over the gunmetal waters of the Upper Newport Bay and toward the ocean.
Then, the jet did something it wasn't supposed to do: It flew straight ahead.
"He didn't turn," observed Ken Shapero, a GE Aviation Systems official, peering skyward.
The plane, striped in Southwest Airlines' distinctive yellow and red, should have curved left to stay roughly over the bay to comply with a flight pattern aimed at protecting residents from noise. Instead, the craft roared right over upscale houses on a bluff, where families living in Newport Beach's Westcliff and Dover Shores neighborhoods were starting their days.
A casual observer might not have thought much of its path. After all, planes have criss-crossed the skies over Newport for decades, as nearby John Wayne Airport grew from a private landing strip in the 1920s to a multimillion-dollar operation, with international flights to Mexico and Canada.