Thunder Over Solano

We went to an air show yesterday.

We planned on going Saturday, but Jake got sent on a last minute trip. 

Everything was going so perfectly well, the weather was breezy but beautiful and we

got fantastic parking spots. It wasn't too busy and we had our friends with us who had 

never seen an air show before!

There was an hour to go before the Thunderbirds were up. 

We had just returned to our seats after touring some planes. 

Jake was taking pictures of a stunt plane doing tricks over head. 

He had just sat down next to me when we heard the crowd gasp. 

As we stood up, we saw the stunt plane sliding across the runway, upside down. 

It all seemed surreal. I waited for the medics and firetrucks I was sure would be close by. 

Minutes passed and the plane caught fire. Still I held on to the hope that the pilot would survive. 

This was an air show. Surely they were prepared for this. He couldn't die. 

The rest of the show was cancelled and we were sent home still pretty shocked. 

The pilot Eddie died at the age of seventy-seven. He had preformed at more than nine-hundred air shows. 

Although his passing was terrible, I'm glad he lived a long life doing what he loved.