Day 16: A little more circling, then on
The day began a little too soon after dawn, but I didn't mind nightvisioning up this at least onto the ridge proper before waiting for better light:
Still intimidating and still tricksome.
Then settled in until:
I set off and took my time, enjoying this last section of the ridge. Yes I'd been over it once before already but it was so much better this time through. Better views, better piloting, and more present rather than rushing trying to beat fading light:
Source: https://youtu.be/pfBtj2y0Lv4
and then approaching the end of the ridge:
before slowing down carefully and taking in the canyon ahead:
The last part of the ridge was a joy this time, no misteps or poor flyving on my part, just taking pleasure in the end of this thinnest of ridges.
I also didn't have the unknown of the canyon ahead and whether it was possible, just another section to look forward to so after a little meandering for a take off spot:
Source: https://youtu.be/9dXEUAFubNc
Then an easy flyve up the slopes to day 14's parking spot. I'll reshow the photo from that day as it's better light/angle than Day 16's:
And yes, 6 days driving with almost no longitude to show for it, but a LOT of fun and enjoyment to remember.
It was amazing.
So onward.
I could reverse the knife ridge back to safer ground?, but while that would be fun it's time to travel some new ground.
After peering at overhead shots I think I see another ridge to explore, one that even takes me in the right direction. It might be the final ridge for a while so I'm hoping for good things.
Running parallel to the knife ridge for a while I stop for one last look ...:
... before aiming further south, crossing a wide but uneventful canyon and it's while climbing the the other side that I see:
The crash site has a huge exclusion zone, but I'm too much of a scavanger and can't resist heading in for a closer look.
I at least have the sense to turn my shields back on, but not the sense to think ahead.
I pootle around the crash area, unconcerned at the ticking clock of trespass, and while there might be Crank worthy cannisters here (only toxic waste, no nerve agents I'm afraid) there is a data core in the DBS remains which I scan.
Or at least I would have if I'd remembered to turn it on ...
and then actually binding a trigger so I could use it.
All for a juicy 4000cr of intel for the feds. Talk about stingy!
The missiles wake me up and I'm off up the last of the slope and out of range. All good.
Except, that means I now have a bounty, which means the next time my local authority fans turn up to wish me well they're got going to be best pleased when they scan me.
Oops. I won't look at all shifty dismissing the ship as soon as they arrive, assuming I actually remember to do that of course.
Note to self: 4 pips to ship's shields!
Ten minutes later and there it is, the next ridge:
Time to park up.
For the first time on this journey the logs are actually up to date. This is where I currently am waiting for the sun to rise.
While waiting I receive news that the knife ridge has gained a ghost in the shape of Cmdr Alvin after getting into difficulties and finding themselves in an impossible hole.
I do wish they'd sent up a distress beacon, as while I didn't want lift the ship off the ground I would have absolutely made an exception for that, and Cobra's have nice flat tops for srvs to sit on.
I get out the spirits, pour a shot and raise a toast to a frozen cmdr o7
World shot will follow later,
o7 cmdrs
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