Well, as I was flipping through a few photos of Palm Springs when writing my Coachella/Gorillaz post yesterday, I remembered that my mother and I checked out the Palm Springs Air Museum in January. She's been many times - she's actually a member - but this was my first outing.
It was a little hard to fully enjoy it...I was tired and the dog had just died a day or two before so I was NOT exactly in high spirits (in fact, I ended up crying for hours after the visit...ugh, sorry to be a downer but it still hurts my heart RIP Muffin :( ) but looking back it was quite interesting and entertaining.
I'll have to go back next time, if not just to soak up the historical articles and artifacts that abound in this WW2-centric airplane hanger (I love history, especially WW2). And to hopefully see things without a broken heart.
High-fives combat man!
Starbucks + artillary
My mother gets blown back by the jets
I can stop a speeding bullet...or an F-16
Going in (almost didn't fit...you had to be 5'7" and 140 lbs or less to fly)
The cockpit (plane still operates)
Super squishy area in the middle of the plane - bombs/missiles are below
F*ing crazy bubble at the bottom of the plane where the tiniest fighter ever would sit and fire the gun in all directions. Not for the faint of heart!
Feels like I'm on Hogan's Heroes
I think the RAF jackets should come back in style...
Entertaining the troops...
Roger, Roger. What's our vector, Victor?
Note: the white top is actually a dress. I wore it underneath the yellow skirt as extra "coverage" in case the winds whipped the skirt up - after we left the museum, there was torrential wind, rains and flooding for the next few days!