For a few months now, we've been planning to take Cole and his friend, Wyatt to Klamath Falls to see the F-15 fighter jets over at Kingsley Field on a weekend when Josh had Guard Duty (Josh oversees the crew that does the maintenance for the jets.) and last weekend was that weekend.
So we loaded up the car on Saturday morning, (Josh went over before us on Friday.) made a quick stop at Starbucks and set off for Klamath.
I was ridiculously consumed with whether or not I'd be able to take pictures on base, but thankfully, I was able to get a letter that allowed me to take photos in certain locations while under specific escort. (I got photos on the flightline, but didn't have an escort in the hanger, so I couldn't get any photos there.)
And no, my last name really isn't Russell, it's Downs.
We got to go out onto the tarmac on an X-Ray Van to wach the jets take off.
And we even got to step out onto the tarmac while they were taking off too.
And then we made a quick stop by Denny's for fries and Cokes to tide us over until dinner.
Actually, Cole got a Dr. Pepper (which Wyatt hates) and switched it with Wyatt's Coke when he wasn't looking.
And then we got settled in at our hotel and went swimming.
And then we went out to Mexican food.
And then we had some time to kill before going to the movies, so we drove the boys around Klamath, showing them different houses we had lived in. (Josh and I both lived in Klamath when we were kids and went to college in Klamath as well, but never knew each other.)
And then after the movies (No pictures from the movies.) Josh locked the car doors so Cole and Wyatt couldn't get in and started to drive away. (That's the boys, who jumped on the back of my car, which made Josh resort to turning on the water and the windshield wipers.)
And then he (finally) let them in.
And then we went out for ice cream.
And spent the rest of the night laying in bed back at the hotel before calling it a (very good) day.