Yesterday, Frit and I went to the air show at Hill Air Force Base.
See, I really love it when the military jets fly over parades and 4th of July celebrations. I mean, I’m talking wide-eyed, goose-bumped arms, on-my-feet, might-pee-my-pants love it. One time I was driving on the freeway and saw them running drills overhead and soon enough I was bawling my eyes out. I don’t know what it is, but the sight of those jets and the rumble that trails them makes my heart explode inside my chest. So when we heard the air show was happening, I was first in line.
Neither of us had ever been so we didn’t know what to expect and we had to learn a few lessons the hard way–like don’t wear your red suede loafers that have no support, even though you think they’re patriotic and cute.
Well that, and also make sure you bring a lawn chair or you’ll either be standing the whole time or sitting on the cement. You should also bring your own food or you’ll wind up paying $6.50 for a burger. But other than that, it was everything I hoped for.
The Thunderbirds–which, let’s be honest … were the reason I was there–weren’t performing until 4 so we had six hours to kill once we made it past security. Here’s a “quick” photo essay of the day:
Take by breath away …
I have about 100 more photos sitting on my hard drive, but I figured that’s all you’d care to sift though. That’s if you’ve made it this far! Anyway, it was such a great day of planes, people watching, and um … pilots. Yes. Don’t forget them.
The only thing missing was a sand volleyball tournament …
[sigh] I love the Air Force.