Since my highest concentration of sardonic witticism lies in the image “labels,” I’ll skip the amorphous blob of words and cut to the chase. Please see AOPA post for the story behind the friendly visit by Spanish paramilitary police.
Somewhere in Extremadura…
Embalse de Cazalegas
I haven’t figured out what species these trees are. Cows graze beneath and crops are raised beneath also. I suspect they are cork oak, or the tree that wild pigs feed on, get shot, and then become Iberian ham.
Extremadura. Cloudy, so not the best day for photos, but otherwise good to get the plane to yet another country.
Embalse de Valdecañas (aka middle of nowhere)
These markings repeatedly puzzled me in flight.
This lies in the middle of absolutely nowhere and lacks any indication as to its use. No crosses, no rigid gates, no signs for tourists. It seems decently maintained enough.
Parque Nacional de Monfragüe, infrared. Glare was getting excessive with visible spectrum.
Customer service visit by Spanish paramilitary police to make sure my time in Spain is going smoothly. “An American! Let’s get the bastard!” Full story on the AOPA post.
Casar de Cáceres
Explanation as to those bizarre markings in the field.
Wyoming…or Extremadura? I’d love to do a focus group test and see what people choose.
Good use of stones: permanent fencing.
Hmm….something looks strange. [Look down at iPad] Hey, we’re in Portugal! Country #7 for the Cub!
Same thing…in infrared.
Eucalyptus trees, infrared. Getting near the coast as haze increases and temperature drops.
Óbidos. Medieval tourist hotspot.
Atlantic Ocean! I made it here alive….