TOTAL MILES TRAVELED TODAY: 9 NM (Back west to sir show)
THURSDAY VETERANS DAY
Richard and Barbara left us today after Dan drove them to the airport to pick up a rental car for the drive home. I did a quick change of linens and a load of laundry before we took off to anchor and watch the day’s aerial activities.
|THE OSPREY WAS THERE BRIGHT AND EARLY TO GREET US|
Oh wow! What a show! As we idled towards our anchorage destination we watched some super jet, don’t know what kind, screaming every which way across the sky. He went straight up then made a complete reversal and barreled towards the hard ground, leveling off at the very last possible moment. Whew! Glad he made it. Wait, what is that awful cloud of black smoke rising from the airstrip? Our hearts stopped, fearing it was some kind of devastating crash. After examining the schedule of events, we finally decided that it was all part of the show, Rich’s Pyro Show. Sure looked real from my view.
We had to laugh when we found these avid fishermen, backs turned to the water, ignoring their lines and watching the show. No one could resist.
We found our place in the sheltered waterway between two slips of barrier islands, dropped the anchor then lowered the dink for a ride to a great vantage point atop the sand dune.
At 2:00 the “real show” began when the Blue Angles’ Fat Albert, a C-130, welcomed us all and introduced their part of the program. Holy Cow! It was a most spectacular display of speed, power, concentration and just plain (plane?) guts. It was a perfectly choreographed ballet with the leads parting then coming together again while the chorus performed with flawless synchronicity. Weeding through the 200 photos I took shall be a most difficult job.