Tag Archives: Oshkosh
It’s Time to Pack for Oshkosh
So, I thought I’d share my top ten list of things to pack. Top Ten Things to Pack for Oshkosh #1 Comfortable shoes. I cannot emphasize this enough. Define “comfortable shoes” as ones that don’t give you blisters even when you walk … Continue reading
Aviation: It’s Not Just a Hobby, It’s an Adventure!
Rave Some sights from our trip home from Oshkosh. Glad we didn’t have to take off after this guy. His wake turbulence would have blown us away. Some Birds’ Eye Views of Chicago What’s missing from this picture? Look carefully, … Continue reading
Creativity: Teetering on the Brink of Genius
A Rave About Creativity Last week, we went to Oshkosh for Airventure. The Engineer and I camped beneath a plane, while our daughter slept in another tent beneath a different plane and tried (with some success) to pretend we weren’t her parents. … Continue reading
Update “In Oshkosh. B’Gosh.” — Wherein the Metro Warbirds Get Their Name
Update “In Oshkosh. B’Gosh.”.
Things to Do in Oshkosh. B’gosh. — Besides Drink and Look at Planes, I Mean
Things to Do in Oshkosh. B’gosh..
In Oshkosh. B’gosh, Part 2. Cooking for a Crowd
Hint: It involves a lot of ground meat, bacon, beer, bottled water and bread. In Oshkosh. B’gosh, Part 2. Cooking for a Crowd.
In Oshkosh. B’gosh. — Including the Three Most Basic Metro Warbird Rules
In Oshkosh. B’gosh..
Oshkosh ~ where Japanese airplanes taxi by you while you’re riding on a tram.
Oshkosh ~ where Japanese airplanes taxi by you while you’re riding on a tram..
Oshkosh~where you wake @ 6 to sound of a hot air balloon outside your tent.
I’m going to cheat a little here and repress a few postings about Oshkosh because right now, I’ve got about a zillion things to do to get ready for this year’s trip there. Oshkosh~where you wake @ 6 to sound … Continue reading
Becoming a Bag Lady
Rave: Becoming a bag lady Last year at Oshkosh (see posts from 25 July 2011 through 16 August 2011), the group we camp with saved their beer and pop tabs so I could make a purse like my friend Ann’s. … Continue reading