Another quick abbreviated write-up, but I can't not talk about today.
If there's a better day of flying out there, well... Never mind. There is no way there's a better day of flying than the one I had today.
We started out at Bryce Canyon, and just had to fly over the "canyon" again (It's technically not a canyon, but is every bit as beautiful and then some). Tons of spires called "hoodoos" in an interesting orange color.
We flew north to Fillmore, UT playing around with ridge lift. Out of Fillmore, it was north along the ridge until it finally boosted us up and over, then back south in the valley that US 50 is in north of Richfield, UT. Then, we followed I-70 towards the San Rafael Swell.
There are no words to describe what the area looks like from the air. I wanted to see it because I've seen it from the ground, where you can see a large chunk of dark red stratified rock that has been pushed up and out of the earth so that the strata are no longer horizontal. From the air, however, you can see not only that one rock, but many others like it and see the entire formation. It's simply stunning.
Next, we headed into CO and landed at a couple of places near Montrose to claim them for the ConUS challenge. Then, it was time to climb - Next stop, Leadville! The runway on top of the world. The rocks were getting REALLY big at this point, and using a combination of pilotage and GPS to verify, we pointed at a low spot and flew through a valley near Redstone, CO northbound until we got around the corner of a mountain and flew towards Aspen. I counted 54 jets on the ramp at Aspen as we flew over! We saw one of those jets as it was on final approach. From Aspen, we flew in the valley to the southeast, over Independence Pass, towards Twin Lakes, and once in that valley to Leadville. The air sure was nice up there.
Takeoff from Leadville, even with a DA of over 12,000 feet, was pretty much a non-event - It just seemed to take forever. I did a normal no-flap takeoff, and there was plenty of runway remaining when we lifted off. After spotting a Mooney that was inbound and clearing him, I turned back to the north and headed northeast from the city towards Fremont Pass, following the road until it joined back up with I-70 near Vail Pass.
The entire time, there was a thunderstorm developing to our east, with a massive tower of cumulus sticking way up into the sky, and the setting sun creating a color gradient on it from bright white at the top to a soft golden color at the bottom.
We made the corner to the east following I-70, then flew over the Dillon Reservoir and followed US 6 over Loveland Pass and joined back up with I-70. After a few looks at the sunset behind us and the thunderstorm still off to our right, and a final chuckle over the traffic snarled below us with all the Denver area people headed into the mountains for the holiday weekend, I saw the city lights appearing in the haze up ahead and couldn't help but grin, thinking about the day. It brought tears to my eyes. I did it! All that's left of the trip now is to point towards home tomorrow.
I called up Denver Approach and headed towards Centennial, where Mari treated us to dinner (Thanks again!
) and showed us the spiffy new jet that she flies, and finally made a short hop to Front Range. My passenger for part of the trip flies out of DEN on AA tomorrow, and I point the 182 back towards home for a long, flat, boring last leg.