We did have fun yesterday. It was a long drive to Peterson Air Force Base, but I don’t think that was an issue for anyone. I liked seeing C in the far back of the van, he figured out a way to sit sort of sideways, he had his coffee in the cup holder next to him, his legs crossed, looking out the window – from my rear view window he looked like he was casually perched on a sofa in a living room!
Long drive, but we finally got to the onsite museum and had a very good tour. I get a great deal of satisfaction out of seeing the people in my care be so engaged in what we are doing. This happens at the Denver Art Museum, at a historic house tour in Golden, listening to a naturalist teach us about box turtles, at a museum learning about the tool used to dehorn cattle!…it happens many places and quite often. Yesterday was one of those days. One of our tour guides at the Air Force Museum was the former pilot of this immense plane we boarded. He flew it during the Cold War, using radar to detect Russian aircraft. He connected with the guys so well. He would ask them questions periodically, giving them a minute to come up with the answers, and they usually would. I loved that – they all seemed interested in his discussion of radar, morse code, sextons, vacuum tubes, etc. (T told him and the group how his dad had used vacuum tubes to fix their T.V. in his childhood, and about his nephew who is a pilot). And they all asked wonderfully appropriate and thoughtful questions of the guide.
A late lunch then we headed home!