Just in case you forgot:
I had booth duty in the morning so there was not a lot happening. I say that almost tongue and cheek, because while at booth duty, I was busy answering questions and keeping the kid in the orange shirt in line.
Ah yes, the Orange Shirt Kid.
The Orange Shirt Kid was one of the many children I refer to as “drop offs.” You see, some parents turn their children loose at the booth with a pat on the head, a quick “stay here” and are off doing what ever they do when they are not doing the parenting thing. At times I feel that we should put up a sign with hourly daycare rates. I’d be rolling in money.
Drop Offs are normally very nice kids, and are good to move along to get in line at another machine when asked. That being said, some are better than others and Orange Shirt Kid was solidly in the Other category. When asked to give another person a chance, he often would say something to the effect of, “I’m just going to land.” Never mind he was 50 mile from the airport and had already made 5 or 6 landings. When asked again, he would repeat his call of landing. When told to move he would ignore you. After this we would be forced to reach over to the keyboard and end his flight. Whereupon he would loudly exclaim, “That’s not fair!” and move to another computer where we would wait for a good 15-20 minutes and wash rinse and repeat. It was very tiresome.
This routine would be broken by the occasional friend that would stop by, such as Barrington Irving. (Who actually stopped by yesterday) Barrington is a great guy, a fantastic pilot, and the youngest person to fly solo around the world. He’s 23. I could barely drive a car to the store at 23.
After booth duty, it was off to the EAA Museum to look at airplanes.
The museum’s collection is impressive, but my favorite is the Bugatti Model 100 Racer
On the way out of the museum, we were met with a very loud noise. An ear splitting, roaring noise that could only mean one thing. The Raptors were flying. And we were missing it.
We got in the golf cart and put the pedal down, rocketing at the pace of an enthusiastic jog. We missed it. Sadness. But we were in time to get some good shots of the Heritage Flight. This one comprised of the Raptor, Snort’s F-86, and Glacier Girl the P-38.
I also got some shots of some other warbirds, like JT’s Seafury,
And a P-51
And some bombers. (Three B-25s, A B-24 and a B-17)
Then it was back to the Super 8 (where we are staying) to freshen up for dinner at the Hilton (where we are not staying.) Afterward we took a leisurely cart ride for some sun set photos of airplanes.
Some of which turned out decent.
And some not so decent.
There are some more good ones up on Flickr.