This morning’s flight 140 was fairly turbulent, so I didn’t get to play around down low for fear of a “negative interaction with terrain”, as they say:
It’s been very hot here near Badlands National Park, but I’ve lingered so I can fly here. This morning, the weather was finally favorable, so I launched flight 138, my first in South Dakota, and my first with my new Apco Hybrid 22:
Greetings, groundlings:
Looking down at my new photographer friend:
I packed up and drove west, visiting Wall Drug. I was last here in the 90s. It’s still a gigantic, eclectic mess of a tourist trap:
Unfortunately, the visitor center was closed for repairs:
This morning I met fellow pilot Shane for a flight. There was no wind and the grass was wet, and my wing, uncooperative under the best of circumstances, was impossible to get off the ground. After breaking a prop in a launch attempt, Shane let me try his APCO Hybrid wing. It was much more accommodating, and I had a nice Flight 137, my first in Indiana:
The field where I flew was a few hundred yards from the RV Hall of Fame, which surprisingly has so far eluded us: