We spent a week in Golden, a week at Chatfield, then moved to the north
side. We spent Sunday night parked next to the RV repair shop in Longmont
so they could have the Bounder first thing Monday morning to get the annual
service done. Of course there were a few more things we wanted them to look
at while we were there. It took more than a day to get it all done. In
fact it took three days for them to almost get everything done and a couple
new unsolved problems to pop up. Nothing major. Nothing serious. Three
days was enough so we moved on. Now we’re back in Louisville, parked in the driveway of the house. First
time we’ve done this since we left last year.
Chatfield
Outside the motorhome on the weekend, warm weather, sitting in the lawn
chairs under the awning. Watching the scale model planes circling,
climbing, and diving through the sky. They are so realistic. They do
everything a real airplane can do. How nice they have a model airpark right
here so anyone can fly their plane any time of the day for as long as they
want. These airplanes can do everything a real airplane can do. Except go
away. They go around and around and around. Droning. Up and down. And around.
Then I start to think maybe there should be more. Maybe if all the airplane
flyers have their own scale model airpark, I should get to have some scale
model artillery. That would add to the realism, wouldn’t it? You go around
and around too many times and you find yourself dodging anti-aircraft fire.
Yes. Yes. I’m sure the airplane flyers would appreciate the realism a
little flak would bring to their lives. Then I hear the jet. I’ve seen it before. In the midst of all these
propeller driven piston engine planes moaning around the sky, there is a jet
plane. It’s a rather large delta wing scale model fighter jet. It makes a
distinctive whooshing sound. I hear the jet, but I don’t see it. I can’t see the ground at the airpark,
I can only see and hear the planes flying above it. I hear the jet. It is
so fast, I should see it by now, but I don’t. Then I do. It rises slowly
above the trees, stationary in the sky. It’s not a delta wing fighter jet!
It’s a jet powered helicopter! How cool is that. I’ve wanted a helicopter
since I was a teenager. We definitely need an exemption for helicopters.
Penalty points assessed if you shoot down a helicopter.
Chatfield
This morning’s ballonrise.
Chatfield
A good day. Local racquetball tournament with a team from Louisville
participating, not far from here. In Aurora. Got to watch and cheer and
commiserate. A fun time with friends. After that, a visit with Matt, Kari, and Alex. What a character, that Alex.
Talking a mile a minute now. After that, an AV upgrade in the Bounder. Replaced the DVD player and the
VCR that wouldn’t record, with a combo DVD/VCR unit that will record both
VCR and DVD. An equipment upgrade, as well as one less piece of equipment
in the cabinet. Blue-sky morning. Rainy afternoon. A good day.
Moab
I love this picture. I didn’t take it, the support crew did. Stephanie and
friends headed out to the White Rim Road. I think they ended up running
thirty miles of it.