Joe hits the throttle, the engine roars and the sound of rushing air envelops us. We quickly accelerate down the short paved runway. Joe pushes forward on the controls, tilting the kite-shaped wing skyward. Soon our wheels lift off the ground and we smoothly climb as he pulls the lever to raise the landing gear.
“Where do you want to go?” Joe asks.
“I’d like to go north up into the canyon. We went there with a pontoon boat and it was so beautiful. I’d like to see it from the air!” I say.
“Sounds good, as long as the wind is low, it will be fine in the mountains.”
We head north from the airport, gaining altitude, and soon there are mountains creeping by on both sides. You can see the Colorado River, on the border of Arizona and California, off to our left