We all got belted into the HR-V (Husky Recreational Vehicle) and headed down I70. I had called shotgun, so I navigated while Dad drove. I also was in charge of the radio. George Thorogood came on just as we were passing Fort Riley. I like George Thorogood.
|"Marshall Army Air Field! Are we going to Fort Riley?"|
I mean, I was the navigator. You'd think someone would tell me where we were going, right?
We drove farther west, and just as I was kicking back to some Stevie Ray Vaughn, I saw water and knew where we were going!
Mom knows there are a lot of Bald Eagles out there, but really didn't know where to find them. We did a lot of driving around. Dad put some kind of news or talk radio or something on and I changed the channel with my nose. It was awesome. True story.
Anyway, we passed a Kansas windmill that Mom wanted a couple shots of. Here's one, right from the iPhone:
She and Cammie were playing with the iPhone in the backseat and came up with this special effects version of it:
Pretty cool, huh? They were real happy with how it came out. Sort of Edvard Munch-ish.
Before too long, we headed down a little road and Mom called out, "Wait! What's that?!?" Mom got out and walked on, while we waited in the HR-V. Here's what was down there:
Needless to say, we were all thrilled. Well, OK. Mom and Dad were thrilled; Cam and I were having fun exploring.
Before we headed home, we stopped by the dam to stretch our legs.
Even though we only saw one eagle, Mom considered it a smashing success.
|"Did you two have fun?"|
"Oh, yeah, Dad. No more talk radio on the way home, though - OK?"
Oh. There was a big flock of ducks down in the water - that's what Cam was looking at! They were mighty far away, but we could hear them quacking!
It was a great adventure! We're hoping to go back again soon!