A Place of our Own
Arriving in Bluff, we drove about 5 miles past town to the county airstrip. The airport "manager" (also the town fire chief and dog catcher) gave us permission to park and "dry camp" here, since we had an aircraft to look after. 
Private Plane on Tarmac
The Bluff airport is not exactly humming, but there was an aircraft waiting for the pilot to return from a rafting trip. He then went on to South Dakota to work as a seasonal park ranger.
Airport "Facilities"
Yep. That's the pilots' lounge/restroom/cafe, security checkpoint, and lobby for the airport in one tidy package; handmade and lovingly built for sure! Actually, there is an airplane hangar, that may or may not contain planes.
The Big Reveal
This trailer was customized by Paul (an engineer's dream!) from a basic car-hauler into a SUV & Ultralight into a toy box. First the Xterra is unstrapped and backed out.
Slowly eased out with the help of a winch (not wench).
"Trixie" the Trike parked and secured nose first, with the wing bundle up on the shelf to the right.
Easy does it.
Taking Trixie for a roll to the tie down spot.
Starting to assemble the wing....
Let's see. Slide Bolt A into Fitting A or does it go into Slot A?
However, Mother Nature had other plans on our first day.
Fully assembled, Trixie, tethered down, waits to fly, once the wind sock settles.
Thanks for joining us on this journey.
Barbara and Paul
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