And other MN waters
Here are some pics. Enjoy.
Flying the Crow and Mississippi rivers - Spring
Lift fan bolts sheered off. OUCH. Luckily I was able to
back the stubs out and replace them with a mix of parts on hand.
This happened 7 miles up the Crow river, a small twisty river in
Central MN.
Looking for as many washers as I can get. The spare bolts that I
had were too long, so I needed to put washers on before the nut,
otherwise I'd run out of threads.
Hmm.......Is this legal?
Sure hope my ISP doesn't get a hold of these pics! LMAO
The peanut gallery. Truthfully, they were a great help.
Later on, Dennis and I went to Menards to pick up the right size
bolts. The fan dropped after 7 miles. We ended up doing 87
miles all together that day.
Dave Schneider and a hover builder. I've completely forgotten his
name. Dave, help. Here we're on the Mississippi river.
Dennis Alm
This is after around 75 miles of flying. We were all getting a
little stiff and tired.
Yeah, the windshield is dirty, but oh well.
I came up on these Geese just before the landing. It was pretty
cool watching them fly beside me for a while before heading off.
Pepin - 8/21/04
We were sitting on the sandbar having lunch when it dawned on me.
This scene looks like it's right out of a Popular Mechanics Magazine
back in the day. I call it, "Family of the Future"
Later on in the day, I ended up jumping this sandbar. A boater
near by decided that they weren't going to stick around and "watch this
idiot kill someone!" Terry heard them say that as they backed
away. Obviously, he didn't know what hovercraft are capable
of.
Just hiting the sandbar early in the morning. The day started out
nice and calm, but once the wind picked up, and the hundreds of boats
churned the water, it became quite a sea of chop. I had a lot of
fun plying in the MASSIVE wakes left by some mighty larger
cruisers. This outting is the first time that I've put the plow
plane to the test. It worked flawlessily!! The lift engine
stayed dry, and the nose never plunged into the wakes. I'm a very
happy camper...I mean designer!
Flying the Crow and Mississippi rivers - Spring
Lift fan bolts sheered off. OUCH. Luckily I was able to
back the stubs out and replace them with a mix of parts on hand.
This happened 7 miles up the Crow river, a small twisty river in
Central MN.
Looking for as many washers as I can get. The spare bolts that I
had were too long, so I needed to put washers on before the nut,
otherwise I'd run out of threads.
Hmm.......Is this legal?
Sure hope my ISP doesn't get a hold of these pics! LMAO
The peanut gallery. Truthfully, they were a great help.
Later on, Dennis and I went to Menards to pick up the right size
bolts. The fan dropped after 7 miles. We ended up doing 87
miles all together that day.
Dave Schneider and a hover builder. I've completely forgotten his
name. Dave, help. Here we're on the Mississippi river.
Dennis Alm
This is after around 75 miles of flying. We were all getting a
little stiff and tired. 
Yeah, the windshield is dirty, but oh well.
I came up on these Geese just before the landing. It was pretty
cool watching them fly beside me for a while before heading off. Pepin - 8/21/04
We were sitting on the sandbar having lunch when it dawned on me.
This scene looks like it's right out of a Popular Mechanics Magazine
back in the day. I call it, "Family of the Future"
Later on in the day, I ended up jumping this sandbar. A boater
near by decided that they weren't going to stick around and "watch this
idiot kill someone!" Terry heard them say that as they backed
away. Obviously, he didn't know what hovercraft are capable
of. 
Just hiting the sandbar early in the morning. The day started out
nice and calm, but once the wind picked up, and the hundreds of boats
churned the water, it became quite a sea of chop. I had a lot of
fun plying in the MASSIVE wakes left by some mighty larger
cruisers. This outting is the first time that I've put the plow
plane to the test. It worked flawlessily!! The lift engine
stayed dry, and the nose never plunged into the wakes. I'm a very
happy camper...I mean designer!