Here she is, after landing on a dry lake in Ocotillo Wells (in the desert east of the San Diego mountains), circa 2000. Thanks to Dan Hubert, whose Maul can be seen just behind ours. Flying about in the old rag wing was a regular part of our life back then, and Janet always looked like she'd stepped out of some Victorian Big Book of Adventure. Perhaps she had.
The Burro Bend cafeteria was across the road from the lake bed, always good for a burger and fries (the traditional post flight food, and a favorite of Janet's. No salad and diet coke girl, her).
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