We headed out to the southeast, passing thru mountains and great stretches of desert. We decided that a mid-air picture of the plane would be cool, and the only way we could do it would be from a mountain top.
So Steve landed on a dirt strip and I hiked to the nearest mountain. Good thing I'm in shape, because it took quite a while to get to the top. It was windy, also, and that made the hike even more of a challenge.
I climbed up to about 4,000 feet, and Steve flew by so I could get this photo:
Pretty cool, huh?
Oh by the way I'd never climb a stinkin mountain to get a photo of the plane.
I'd just have a friend in another plane take the picture and then email it.
