Just added about 100 new photos to the gallery:
L.A. Gold Cup aerobatic contest – photos courtesy of Katherine DeBaun. It was a great learning experience. For example, I learned never EVER to book a hotel room facing the highway. I also learned never to trust Gray’s judgement when it comes to bars. Oy.
Northern California Aerobatic Challenge, better known as “the box inside the triangle”. Nothing like a return to sea level to make a guy feel good about his flying. (Again, photos by Ms. DeBaun).
A family wedding up in Seattle, my first time up there in quite a few years. I wondered why I hadn’t been up there in so long. And then I got on the airliner, sat in that tiny cramped seat next to the barfy kid, and suddenly I remembered: I hate to fly. Commercially.
The Fremont Festival – akin to a miniature San Francisco right in the heart of Seattle, Fremont is the artsy part of town. Tim and I spend the afternoon watching an entertaining yet bizzare parade, complete with lots of naked people, conspiracy theorists, communist party members, and other related, uh, ‘paraphenalia’.