Aight, I got my Saturday objective accomplished. I am now ensconced in a swank Times Square hotel. Had a nice dinner last night in a NY chop house, and some acquaintances of mine from Great Britain happened by, it was like old home week in the Big Apple.
Anyway, I fly Delta a lot, out of Sacramento. This trip like so many had me connecting through Minneapolis. Sac to Mini goes out of California and over Reno. I have the coveted north side of the plane in the morning photo window.
Out over Pyramid Lake and the Great Basin, brush the north edge of the Great Salt Lake, then... as anticipated, over the southern end of the Wind River range. I was curious as to snow cover, etc. aren't you? You can compare these to the ones I took on a similar flight back in Oct.
It was cold in the Great Valley at Oh Dark Thirty, a lil deicing was called for. The dude saw me taking pictures of him and he squirted my window with that sh#t, lol.
Sunrise. There were a lot of ice crystals in the morning air and as the sun came up over the eastern horizon I could see how dawn had hit the higher clouds before it reached the ground. Looking back behind the plane I could see also how the sun-line rose higher and higher, the tangential relationship with the curve of the earth (the rays are flat, the ground is dropping away, eh?)
Then some coolio formations in northern Utah / Western Wyoming
I like this one... that's the town of Vulva Wyoming down there!
A beauty, huh? Such are the formations that bring us oil and gas booms in the west.
Now the goods, eh?
Went over the Black Hills again... NO SNOW! No wonder Mike M is tearing it up this winter, go Mike! Then the connection in Minneopolis where it was genuinely COLD. Another deicing, 2 plus hours, a first class meal service and bing bang boom I'm in the taxi from Laguardia to Manhattan. Life's a trip but I'd rather be back there in the Winds, frankly.
I flew out to Burley, Idaho for the "Meet and Greet" at City of Rocks over the 4th, and I snapped a few pix as I was overflying the Northern end of the Wasatch Range at Logan, Utah. My altitude was 12,500 feet above mean sea level, but just clearing the range by about 1500 feet above ground level.
Looking South towards Ogden and SLC, and approaching the range crest at 12,500 feet.
View towards the WNW and City of Rocks, and over Logan, UT.
I always try to give terrain a lot of clearance, one of the rules of mountain flying.
^^^ Words to live by, Broke. :-) Nothing like being at full power and
you're going down 1500 fpm, eh? Then there is the reverse - being sucked
up into a building thunderstorm in my sailplane. Pick yer poison.