We climbed up high, and then finally figured out where we were for sure. Above the clouds at 13,999 over the junction of the Blanco, Navajo and Chama River Basins.
After multiple attempts on multiple days to figure out the problem. Including changing the fuel pump with no change in outcome. Tom called the instrument...
...we kept hoping the winds would ease off so we could fly up to Ibex and camp. If the winds were still strong out of the the south, we figured we could always camp on the l...