6/29/00, later the same day
From Carson City Nevada to Delta Utah

In the afternoon, I start to hear a noise. It's getting louder. There's nothing behind me, certainly nothing in front of me, and nothing to see on either side. Suddenly a huge helicopter flies over my head. Just me and a metal whirlybird the size of a Mac truck deep in the heart of nowhere. We raced for a while. I lost. I pulled over to watch the helicopter disappear and took this picture.

The crew would be home in time for a late lunch. It would take me quite a few more hours to find civilization. Arrived in Delta later that evening and ate my first - and last - chicken fried steak.