Mom, Dad, and Jason are going to be here tonight. I got a friend of mine in training to agree to show us the motion-base simulator tomorrow when there here for tours. She thinks it won't be in use, so we can take a look in the flight deck. So that will be pretty cool for them to see.
I really messed up part of our newly plastered wall last night trying to hang curtain rods. There must be something hard in there because I was putting in screws and all of a sudden I was stripping the drywall. So, touch-up tonight.
It is now hurricane season. I have put the satellite loops onto my daily web surfing list. There doesn't seem to be anything tropical yet, but I guess the weather in Dallas has been pretty nasty the last couple days. A friend's parents live in Nachodoches and they had a tornado go through their yard! That's crazy. The closest I've ever been to one is probably one I saw on the plains northwest of Casper once. We were at drum corps practice. It was moving away from us, and didn't last long. I also saw a tornado on the day that we had to hike 25 miles out of the Deer Creek area in Wyoming after we got the truck stuck in a bog. That was an adventure. If I ever write memoirs, that is definately going into them! Here's the story if you haven't heard it:
We were on a Sunday drive out on the back roads. We came on a pretty nasty creek fording, so Dad tried to go around and drive up this hill. We noticed afterward that other people had fallen into the same trap. The whole hillside was boggy - yes, boggy. So, we sunk in up past the hubcaps. Now, we had a winch on the Suburban (got us out of a lot of other scrapes!), but there was nothing to hook on to. No trees, no rocks, just sagebrush. So we spent all afternoon and evening trying to get out. No luck. That night we slept in the car (I remember being pretty cold at night). When it got light, we decided to try to walk back to the gravel road; the one we were on when we got stuck was just a dirt track. We didn't think that we'd actually told anyone exactly where we were going to be (big no-no), so we didn't think that they'd know where to look for us. We carried the cooler with us back to the gravel road, which was about 4 1/2 miles. We had lunch, but didn't see any other cars. We were on a ridge and could see the town of Medicine Bow about 7-8 miles across the prarrie, but we'd have to go cross country to get there. We decided to stick to the road. Surely someone would come along before we got to the highway. Nope. We walked all day. A thunderstorm came over, and we hid in a rain culvert from the hail. After that was when we saw the tornado. Once, we saw a car coming the other way on the road - probably 2-3 miles ahead of us. But, they turned off before we got to them. We started getting close to where we thought the freeway should be, and the road got hilly. Every time we crested a hill, we thought we'd see the highway ahead of us. We never did. A sherrif's deputy picked us up at around 9pm when we were about 4 1/2 miles from the highway. We had walked 24 1/2 miles with very little water, and nothing to eat since noon. It turns out that Dad had mentioned where we were going to his golfing buddies, and when he didn't show up for work Monday, his secertary traced him that far and sent the Sheriff's department out to look for us. He'd found our truck in the early afternoon, but couldn't find us until late. I was about 9 or 10 years old when this happened. My brother was 5. It was a very, very long walk.
Well, that was an interesting trip down memory lane. And to think, I didn't know what I was going to write about today! :)