Once the airshow’s over things get back to normal. The airspace is released from its FAA waiver and regular flights resume. The warbirds are still lined up, but the crowds take off quickly to try to beat the traffic out. So it’s easy to get right up to the flight line and take a big, wide picture.
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From left to right:
- the Beech Staggerwing I’ve been gushing about
- a tiny bit of the red nose of the CAF F-24
- a tiny bit of the blue and yellow nose of one of our PT-19s
- across the runway, our yellow SNJ
- our blue F6F Bearcat
- our blue F8F Hellcat
- a P-51, checkered nose, not ours, not sure which one
- a T-6, I believe it’s War Bird
- the oddity of it all, a Cessna 172 that was taxiing to the left while I was scanning to the right (!!)
- our P-51
- our blue PBJ bomber
- above, a helicopter giving rides now that the airspace is open
- a green & yellow B-25 owned by the AAF
- our Zero
- the MIG-17 owned by one of our pilots
- a lot of other warbirds off in the distance
Yep, out of the frying pan… So few hours for sleep…
Think of good thoughts, happy memories. Like last Saturday, on the ramp before the crowds got too big…
Where yesterday’s panorama was taken looking due west toward Moorpark, this one was taken looking more northwest, toward the far western end of Simi Valley.
This was taken from the replica White House South Lawn at the Reagan Library, which can be seen at the left hand side of yesterday’s panorama. Naturally, this means that the location from which yesterday’s panorama was taken is seen at the far right side of this picture. (Geometry, FTW!!)
You do get some fantastic views from up here – probably one of the reasons they built the Library in this spot.
It must have been an amazing place to be last November when about 90% of what you see was on fire. I’ll let the built-in security cameras take those pictures. There are pretty much only two narrow roads in or out of the Library grounds. If it’s surrounded, you might have a “bad day” on your hands.
From last weekend, taken at the Reagan Library, looking out to the west toward Moorpark.
Who’s that in the turquoise, watching the goober out in the blazing sun taking pictures?
We weren’t exactly “lost” – I knew we were still in Vermont since we hadn’t crossed Lake Champlain into New York, the Connecticut River into New Hampshire, or run into any border guards that might wonder why we were trying to get into Canada.
But for the third (fourth?) time that day, while I was quite sure I knew where I was and where I was headed, a quick check of the map on my phone before driving off again showed that I had missed a turn and passed my destination by about ten miles. As lovely as Canada is, it was time for a course correction.
But before I pulled that quick U-turn (and wound up on that one-lane dirt road for about eight miles, wondering if we would ever see pavement again but enjoying the absolutely stunning scenery) I took in this view:
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We were way north of Cabot and a long way west of the Connecticut River, but I still wonder if those big, tall mountains waaaaaaaay off on the horizon might be in New Hampshire. Probably not. Maybe on a more clear day, but then we wouldn’t have this wonderful interplay of white clouds and green mountains, sunlight and shadow, and the threat of rain in the distance.
The parade’s an hour or so away. All of the fire trucks from miles around are gathering, the trailer and paper mache floats are being towed into place, the classic cars are rolling into town, and the various civic groups from the Shriners to the Elks to the Boy Scouts are finding their spots in the parade lineup.
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Along the parade route, through the town square here and in both directions along the main road that follows the river, folks with lawn chairs and coolers are staking out their spots. This isn’t Pasadena on New Year’s Eve. No need to start defending your territory a day or two in advance. There’s plenty of room for a front row seat – although the spots in the shade are at a premium.
Even the guy with the goat doesn’t seem too out of place.
You might find yourself north on US Highway 2 from the Montpelier area up through Marshfield (and you MUST stop at Rainbow Sweets!!), perhaps headed toward Cabot to get some cheese and you find a wonderful little park with a place to launch a boat…
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Out there, if you look very closely, you’ll see the head of a loon floating along. The bird, not the loon behind the camera.
Maybe next time you’ll bring a kayak and make a day of it, looking to go out cruising with the loons, looking for a moose in the shallows at sundown. If you get some English toffee or jalapeno cheddar, it’s gravy.