Rocklobster
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Across the street from the apartment I lived in a few years ago.
I once took a friend who had never flown in a small airplane before on a trip from San Jose, California's Reid Hillview Airport out to the Air Force Aviation Museum in Merced. Along the way, there were towering cumulus clouds line up along the mountains separating the valley near Hollister and the larger San Joaquin Valley. We flew across near the Pacheco Pass and those towering clouds were full of updrafts and downdrafts between them. We were in clear air, but seemed to be tossed up and down as we went. For the friend who had never flown before, I can only imagine what was going through his head.
We made it to the destination, landed in an enormous expanse of runway that was normally used for KC-130 refueling aircraft, taxied to the tie downs and spent the day checking out the collection of historical jets at the museum. It was a great trip. The towering cumulus clouds were gone on the return trip. They gave the whole trip a blast of excitement to the whole adventure.