This is the view that greeted us as we approached Mexican Mountain Airstrip.
After landing and with some hesitation, I checked the cabin and found it empty, and no sign...
The wind picked up in the wrong direction, so I had to land between the trees at Mexican Mountain. This was not fun in the swirling thermally air.
I stayed just above the tops of the trees until I reached the wide spot at mid-field, then plopped down.
He's really from Europe, but we found him at Wallaby feeding my new trike. They graze them there, free range trikes. This trike has always been free range, first in Rodeo NM, Then in Belize, Florida for a month or two, and now Vegas.
The slot canyon of the San Raphael River appeared a few miles further downstream. It is deep dark canyon with no escape.
We followed the slot to Mexican Mountain. I circled the mountain for fun, then came down to land.
After leaving Mexican Mountain Airstrip, we headed for the Mineral Canyon Airstrip to check our our wings, then fly upstream along the Green River with the sun at our back. Here I am crossing over the edge and diving down into Mineral Canyon