Extrordinary friendly people. I arrived after hours, but found
a helicopter pilot who was in his hangar with his crew tightening
the wing nuts or whatever, and he made a few phone calls and came
up with a car for me to borrow over night to get to a motel.
Crossing the Mississippi.
Highway 80 off my left side. The view
pretty much never changed all day.
Stopping to buy charts.
What's the point of having a plane that can fly 600 miles at a hop
if you can only buy charts 300 miles at a time. Next time, I
get all my charts in advance.
North Platt, NB, FBO of the Plains.
Grange. Sort of a union hall for famers.
Sharon and Squick the Cat.
Squick the cat. When you pass by this cat, she
makes a low angry mrowwwrrrrrr sound, which either means
"Pet me or die" or sometimes it just means "Die".
But don't worry, the scars are almost healed.
You don't get watering troughs like this in San
Yep, it's a farm.
Smug cat. One of two identical twins; if it
were up to me, I'd have named them Fred and George.
Another Grange. Half buried; I don't know why.
Visting the museum
Lamps made out of shells by bored soldiers.
Ready to take off, Nampa ID
While I was pre-flighting the plane, a thunderstorm came by, so we
all ran for shelter. Then a dust storm came through. Then a wind storm.
By the time I was ready to take off, the plane was coated brown with
I can see your house from here.