Last weekend Avery and I had a boys day at the Snoqualmie Train Museum. Avery is really into trains. He's has a big collection of Thomas the Train that Mommy found on craigslist. So I think going for a ride on a real train was quite an experience for him. First we went up to North Bend, and then the train goes back down the same track to Snoqualmie falls.
I'm on a bit of a blogging spree tonight. Must be because the TV programing as of late has been extremely mediocre. Hehe.
Well, last night at 5:00 PM we got in the van and headed over to Tiger Mountain. We hiked it a few weeks ago and had a great time. This latest trip was also really good, though we should have started our adventure an hour earlier. At the top Avery was extremely well behaved, sitting down between Lindsey and I and munching on some graham crackers.
On the way back from the beach we stopped at the Evergreen Aviation & Space Museum. It's most famous for being the home of the Hughes H-4 Hercules (aka Spruce Goose). I'm the "always-dreaming-of-flying-one-day" type, so for me it was an incredible place to visit. The H-4 is such an amazing airplane. You don't realize how massive it is until you see it in person.
The plane Daddy would love to fly (Piper Cub).
Avery and Grandpa checking out the F-14.
Avery kissing Mommy.
Yesterday we drove down to Dallas to visit Dealey Plaza, the site where President Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. It was an interesting place to visit, even though I don't have the emotional memories that most of our parents have. The thing that struck me, is the plaza hasn't really changed in the last 34 years. As you stand on the side of the street, it's easy to picture the grainy video of Kennedy's processional driving past.
Lots of people come to visit year round.
The Texas School Book Depository, where Lee Harvey Oswald was positioned in the second window from the top.
Two women look over the fence onto the grassy knoll. This is the where the second shooter(s) might have been.
A view through one of the missing fence boards.
Tonight two college-age girls knocked at the door. They explained that they were decorators working in the area and were selling large pieces of art. I was about to tell them we weren't interested when they asked if "my mom might be interested."
Umm yeah. I'm old. And my mom doesn't live here. But my wife does. Of course she'd probably love to look at your paintings, but then she'd probably end up getting attached to one of them and then we'd have to buy it.
I smirked and told the girls we weren't interested.
