This morning I launched flight #78 and flew inland with yesterday’s crew to the badlands.  Flying down in a wash:

There are all sorts of formations here:

Flying back over the abandoned cityscape of Salton City:

Coming in for a landing:

Today’s flight was 32 miles over 1:40, a new record for me:

Some of the folks I flew with today.  Kirk:

JD:

Lily:

Steve:

After breakfast, Trish headed off for alone time in the form of propane filling, gas getting, shopping and laundry in Indio.  She was kind enough to make lunch for us before she left:

This afternoon, Armond, who we met here last year, pulled in.  One of the first things he did was pound into the ground his fake hookup pillar.  He has fun with people who think he has hookups for electricity and sewer in the middle of nowhere: