Both the video and your comment reminded me of an old Bob Stevens cartoon where the tower controller dealing with heavy traffic wanted the next guy to land beyond the crossing runway:

“Aircraft on final, runway 17, land across runway 8.”

So the aircraft drifted off 17 to land across runway 8, grinning to himself “I’ll bet that’s the last time he says that to a STOL.”

Musta been grand. I was raised in northern Utah, up in Cache Valley, but most of my clting was down i the xouthern part, and over to Nevada, outta WEndover.

There was also a retired Commander yp the street from me who owned a Navionb, the poor man’s Mustang. I got a lot of time with him as well, earned by listening to his sea stories and washing and cleaning his plane.

If you rake off out of Saint George, headed north, you’ll see a large cinder cone up ahead. It’s got a number of black spots along it’s southern face made by folks who were too busy foing other stiff than looking out their windscreen…

You ever get up to Maine, give me a shout. We can swap stories over drinks on my tab.

Respects,

The funny part was that the TACAN dropped dead enroute 1st leg, so we DR’d the entire trip; cow tracks & water tanks. BTW, Sectionals make for lousy TERF Nav. We must’ve turned the map a bit sideways on the return because we popped out somewhere near Mormon Mesa.
From there it was IFR (I Follow Roads) south. We went down a bit and waved to the nice RV’ers, who got a kick out of a Navy Huey slowing down to their speed. Granny driving and Grandpa with a highball.

All in all, a really delightful trip.

One of the happiest periods of my life, pre-Navy, was tooling around southern Utah with a friend who owned a J-3 Cub.

From Saint George and over to Minument Valley, flying over around and by those huge formations was a wonderful experience for a young man. Whet my apetite for flying, it did.

Great video.