Cruising up the Dirty Devil River.
Near Hanksville, I saw a Powered Parachute circling ahead. I raised him on the radio to say good morning. He was a little surprised to see the two of us emerge from the middle of nowhere, then disappear into the desert wilderness.
...made our way through the gap in the mountains east of Royal Arch. I admired Shiprock from 10 miles away, the dropped down low over the desert and headed for Chaco Canyon.
Had a blowout on the way home in the RV-- 8 hours home!!! She is so good to us!
Many guys were asking me how I did it---- good looking, smart girl, was a hang glider pilot, drives RV for us so we can fly, likes trikes, OK with hanging out in the desert, ...
Two trikes on the Ivanpah dry lake, near Primm Nevada. In the background you can see what is called ISEGS (pronounced Ice Eggs). I giant array of three "power tower" concentrating mirror fields.
...and given that we had a tailwind, we thought we could make it there. We'd need some mo-gas though- and flying J is in the middle of the desert (all by itself where they can...