With all the talk of Lisa and PC planning their last year of Asian travel, my Dad emailing me their travel plans for the year (including what looks to be an amazing trip to China and the fact that they are currently kicked back on a Mexican beach somewhere), and then me going through and trying to reorganize our photos from the last three years, I realized the prospect of a vacation somewhere foreign and/or exotic makes my heart thump faster. I think this might be how a caged animal feels. We have a summer trip in our heads, but I'm not sure how it's going to pan out and if it doesn't work out for some reason, look out world! This girl needs some excitement.
Jeff, however, is full-up in the excitement category since he had his first F-22 flight this morning. I actually loaded up Wyatt so we could take pictures (kind of like the first day of kindegarten for Jeffy, right?) and we made it over to the other side of base in time and everything. I could see the jets running in the flow-throughs but I couldn't figure out where to go to have any chance of a picture (Kadena was SO much easier for these endeavors!). So I drove and drove, finally finding a parking lot that actually bordered the flightline. Just as I was feeling victorious - FOOOOM! - Raptor #1 shoots by. I frantically put the car in park, grabbed the camera and only had time to angle the lens up before hearing FOOOOM! - Raptor #2, i.e. my sweetheart - darting into the morning sky. Needless to say, I didn't get the shot. I was seriously disappointed but decided I need to get over it since this is (hopefully) just the first day of the rest of his flying life. That makes my heart beat a little faster, too.