This morning I got up before dawn and managed to take off at sunrise on flight #38:

I flew roughly 4 miles west to Ogilby Campground where Greg was camped. The camping area is on the edge of the dune field:

Greg took off and joined me:

Greg and I both use helmet video cameras, and Greg got some shots of me flying:



The dune field extends for miles in every direction, dwarfing our paragliders:

At one point we both flew low over the dunes, following the contours of the dunes. Greg is in front of me here:

At one point, Greg radioed to me that we had flown over a crash site. I flew over a few times, and could clearly see the military insignia on the largest piece of debris:



After a while I said goodbye to Greg and flew home. At 56 minutes, this was the longest flight I’ve flown so far:
After breakfast, we all drove over to meet Greg. We decided to take a closer look at the crash site. Since we don’t have a permit for the dunes, we parked about half a mile from the edge of the dune field on private land:

M rode with Greg in his RZR:

Trish and B and I walked to the crash site. Using the GPS track from the flight, I was able to lead us to the crash location:


After a half a mile of traversing the dunes, we arrived at the crash site:

Even at a distance, I began to find fragments:

This largest piece was quite large:

We briefly lifted it to see if there were any markings on the underside:

This fellow was hiding under there:

I found an edge-on plate that identified the fragment as coming from an F-4 Phantom II. I realized that it was one of the wingtips, which were hinged:

Here’s the wingtip:

It’s the most brightly lit portion of the wing, top-most in this photograph:

We thought this might be the end of the hook used for carrier landings:










This looks like landing gear:

After looking around the crash site for a while, Greg got out his R/C truck. It was impressive!

On the way back, we found adjacent areas in the dune field that had smaller debris. The impact must have spread debris over a large area, as I think some of these fragments were too heavy to have been blown here:






Greg gave M a turn at driving. Look at that smile:

We also watched Greg fly his R/C plane:

The ladies took a turn in the RZR:

Greg and I had a great flight this morning, and this was the second time we’ve flown together, the first time being at Salton Sea a few weeks ago. We said goodbye to Greg and hiked the half mile back to the truck:

The wind really picked up towards sunset, filling the air with dust and reducing visibility:


Good Shabbos from Ogilby Road!
























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