Taxiing to the hangar as sunset paints the clouds in reds and golds, it's a time for reflection: our trip has taken eleven days and covered eleven western states (12, if you count dipping a wingtip into Idaho over the Tetons); we've shared the cockpit and the flying for 4400 miles (as the crow flies, plus many more circling in thermals and generally messing about) and taken a similar number of photographs; we have enjoyed spectacular scenery, interesting and generally good weather, great flying, and the best of company. In the end we're just two old friends, tired and happy, who promise each other not to let another 23 years pass before the next adventure.