We drove over towards Benicia this afternoon to see my Uncle Rich. He was out with some of his Flight Club members flying their glider planes.
| On the way up to the top of the hill I grabbed this pretty shot. |
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| Uncle Rich (he's the fun guy in the middle) and his invention, off to the left. He might be a little goofy sometimes, but he's a genius. ;-) |
| Uncle Rich built that light tower to let them know when each plane reaches the end and whatnot and each colored (four colors) light means something. I really don't know a whole lot about it. |
| The lazy cows grazing dotted the hillsides. |
| It was sure windy up there, it almost knocked me over a few times. |
| A happy fella. |
| They go high. |
| They go low. |
| They might get broken and need a little repair job. |
| They can crash to the ground. |
| They spin and dive and soar. |


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