After homeschool, M and I walked out to watch a train drop off empty lumber cars and pick up loaded lumber cars at he lumber mill across the road from our BLM dispersed campsite.  Watching the train use the sidings to drop off and pick up cars reminded me of my model train set from when I was but a lad:

Trish and B worked on drawing this model dragon, part of their Asian “geography through art” study:

From our camping area, we drove down to the beach on the sand road and looked at the shells.  Unfortunately, this is BLM beach, not Oregon Dunes NRA, so only street legal vehicles are allowed on the beach itself, so M will have to wait to ride his motorcycle:

Towards the end of the day, we drove back to the dunes at Hauser Road to fly my PPG.  The dune to the left marks the approximate edge of the airspace controlled by the local airport, so I had to stay north of there:

There was no wind at all.  This was going to be a tough forward launch:

Checking the pre-flight checklist:

I had one failed launch, but was not deterred.  Much.

And away on my 6th solo flight:

The dune area was surprisingly small once I was up in the air and moving along at 25MPH or so.  I couldn’t go south of the pond because of the local airport’s airspace, and I didn’t want to be out over the trees in case of an engine failure.  It was nearly sunset anyway, so I just circled a couple times and came in for a landing, which I managed to successfully run out:

This evening, I went to get water at a nearby campground using our water bag.  Trish worked on jewelry while I was gone:

Tomorrow we will continue our trip south.