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I went to the Pima Air and Space Museum and at first, I really didn't care for it too much. That bothered me because museums usually are right up my alley. After thinking about it, I guess I was just burned out on air museums since this is my third one and they are mostly all the same. So instead of focusing on the displays, I people watched and eavesdropped instead, which proved much more interesting. I would hang around and try to listen to what the people were saying about some of the displays. Sometimes they would go up to the planes and touch them and it was as if they were making a connection with the past or with people that had passed. It was more enlightening than the seeing the planes and stuff. It was a reminder that memories are magical and if we can hold onto ours until the end, then that is just lagniappe (for my yankee friends, that means "a little something extra").
|Nice entrance. Most of the people were either WWII or Vietnam era people.|
|This Vietnam era helicopter got a lot of attention. The following were some quotes from people I overheard:|
"This baby saved my life more than once".
"Yep, this is what he was flying when he was shot down".
"We sure were glad to see these show up".
|A World War II bomber.|
"Your granddad flew in one of these".
"He said he bailed out, but not sure if it was like this".
|Planes everywhere. This is just one small section.|
What started out as a boring exploration of the museum turned into an experience well remembered.
|I had forgotten to get a picture of the campsite. The campground is barebones and a little crowded but it has full hook-ups and very reasonably priced. It was worth staying here as the home base to explore the area.|
|Tonight's sunset. Not the best, but it will do for now.|
Ya'll take care of each other. I'll Cya down the road.