One of my most vivid memories from years back is of being mooned by a whole plane load of people as they taxied the runway for take off. It's a rather wild bunch.
This time we went on the very first day of the Boogie, so it was a lot quieter. Things should really be picking up about now, ending on Canada Day. It's a big draw for Canadians; they always start the festival exactly 10 days ahead of Canada Day. We only got mooned once, by a guy riding by in a Jeep, and flashed by two ladies riding in a convertible. When one lady saw Zoralee, she felt embarassed and quick pulled up her top. We got a kick out of that, because of all the people at the Boogie to appreciate a good set of titties for the most basic of human reasons, Z would be it.
walking to the plane as a group, in cool outfits, as though they're in a
movie about walking to the plane as a group, in cool outfits...to save the world
practicing the mid-air join up
Here're Luke and Heather observing the jumpers with binoculars as they get rides back to camp.
(Is this as riotously funny to any of you as it was to us?
I guess it helps you to know that this was the closest we got to the jumpers that day;
they had to land up the road, because the field in front of us was still being hayed.
This was our way of saying, "Oh, there you guys are.")
two of my mom's pics . . .