Zachary and Tyler had other plans for their day and were oh-so-grumpy about this little excursion. They could not believe how mean I was for ruining a perfectly good summer morning. Bah, humbug!
Amazingly, when we arrived, the boys changed their tune. They thought driving on dirt roads was pretty cool. And so were the wildflowers and tall trees. They wanted to run and climb and use the port-a-potties. [Ick.]
But the best part of the outing was stopping to see the B-52 airplane for which the campground is named.
After a teeny tiny history lesson about this incredible aircraft (see below)...
... the boys got in the requisite running and climbing.
Lexi was there, too.
And so was this truck, which, for some reason, stole the show.
We know how to have a good time.
2 comments:
My dad flew a b-50something in WWII. I'm thinkin' that is it. Wish I had a brain. How was the campground?
He flew a B-24. They actually have one on display now at the Hill Air Force Museum. Paul and I took him to see it a couple of years back. Next time you're here, you should see it. :o)
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