The day we arrived at Scott AFB and drove onto the base for the first time, the gate guard greeted us by saying "Welcome Scott!" We wondered how they knew Scott's name, but quickly realized they were just saying "Welcome to Scott" really fast. So Scott gets a semi-personal greeting every time he drives onto base. Scott AFB is super old, actually older than the Air Force itself. It's been here since 1917. Here we are at the Scott Field Air Park checking out planes.
And they're off...
This is what it looks like around the air park...and pretty much everywhere around where we live now. Corn fields. Lots and lots of corn fields. Scott swears he can see the corn getting taller each time we drive by, but I'm not so sure.
When we got here (after driving by a lot of Idaho farms on the way) I wanted to know where all the sprinkler pipe was for the corn. I found out soon enough that they don't need to water. It rains a lot.
The kids liked the air park...lots of open space
That's for you, Scott
We played at the little Scott field playground too
Just like flying a real plane, right?
Extra points for spotting Anna in this pic...the stripey leggings help
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