All in all, despite nasty sunburns on our arms, necks, and faces, we had a good time at the Airsho today. Destiny got a bit bored mid-afternoon, and the noise started to get to her, but four or five hours of staring into the sky is a lot for a five-year-old. The day started with a record-setting parachute drop, which amazed Destiny to no end (although she was a bit scared before the chutes opened). I got to see a stealth up close, as close as the armed soldiers would allow. Destiny's favorite were the monster-faced aircraft. My favorite was a chromed B-25 that flew with several other old warbirds at one point. We actually followed this one (plus it's monster-faced twin) as it was towed from the showing area to the runway (watch for this pic over on mirror project), which was a fun experience in itself.
The sun was very, very bright, and people ended up camping out underneath the parked aircraft -- We sat underneath the A10 Thunderbolt II for a couple hours; another unique experience. These sort of memories can't be planned; You go to an airshow, fine, you see planes zoom around, but memories of resting under the bomb-racks of an attack craft after walking alongside a moving piece of air history, there's no replacement for such things.
The Blue Angels were the pinnacle of the day; Destiny was pretty tired, and I was interested in getting new photos. I was very familiar with the show, after yesterday's shots, so I was ready. I told Des to watch the spot right behind the announcer. A guy said "they're over there," as I faced the opposite direction of everyone else. "No, I'm watching that one," I replied, as a speeding F18 snuck up from behind. This photo resulted, the same maneuver as in yesterday's post, but from much, much closer (damn antenna), and Destiny was amazed that the planes didn't hit. She watched the rest of the show, enraptured. Looking through the pictures, she gestures with her hands "that's when they went WOOSH! Right past!"