Nope, it's not ecologically "sensitive", green in even the tiniest way, "sustainable", or a celebration of any type of homegrown goodness, but it is our livelihood... the military aircraft! This weekend was the annual air show here at the base, and we go every year, rain or shine. This year it rained the whole time, and although we were a bit wet it was still fun. For one day we enjoy eardrum splitting noise, sonic booms, flames, the smell of jet fuel and hydraulic fluid, and fuel consumption numbers that would make you cringe - that's our life and we're sticking to it, for another 8 years, anyway!
Finn taking a break from the rain...
How often does a kid get to stand here?
Finn loves helos, much to hubby's dismay :)
Finnegan again...
In the evening the kids hooked up with their friends easily, since most of the crowd willing to attend in the rain involved the Navy families. They are enjoying the fireworks...
After the air show out on the tarmac, we were treated to our own private one courtesy of hubby. We walked down to his hangar where incidentally he had to actually work on real squadron stuff all weekend, and he was able to give the grand tour to my parents. My brother flies C-130's so being in a hangar isn't new to them, but F/A-18 SuperHornets are. It was nice to be out of the rain, although hubby is currently working on a few jets in there and the lovely chemical/fuel/hydraulic scent in there was a bit overpowering with the hangar doors closed.
The "non-air show" real deal - hubby's hangar! -
He got to work in here all by himself all weekend, instead of being out in the rain with us!
Kids love bombs. You know it, even kids who say they don't like bombs, love bombs :)
You mean you don't let your kids play with bombs? Hubby never gets the memo on these things.
Finn making his fist of fury... not sure if it was hydraulic fluid, jet fuel or testosterone I was smelling in there!
All right, I won't subject you to any more of this, I'll return to my normally scheduled posts on the finer points of homesteading and family managing next time, I promise. But if you are ever out our way and want to admit that you want to touch a bomb, I'm your girl and we'll hook you up! :)



