Oboz, Family, and the Hospital

Our Oboz Adventures are about traveling and the outdoors.  But they’re also about friends and family. So our latest adventure began on November 1st, when our son called us from college in Fayetteville, Arkansas to say he was headed to the hospital with a probable collapsing right  lung. As scary as it sounds, we knew that it wasn’t a life-threatening emergency as long as he got medical attention. We’ve been through this before with his left lung. He’s tall and skinny, and young males with his build are sometimes susceptible to a “spontaneous pneumo-thorax”, or, in more normal-people-speak, a lung that decides to collapse all of a sudden.  All that being said, we answered the question Donna had asked just a half-hour earlier: What are we going to do with Grandma and Grandpa today? Her folks were still visiting after Robin’s wedding on October 28. So, we packed all their stuff, threw some clothes and supplies in a suitcase of our own, and hit the road for the 430 mile drive from Spring, Texas to Fayetteville, Arkansas.

Fayetteville is beautiful this time of year.  We'd all rather be hiking!

Two chest tubes this time.  Each little box keeps a slight vacuum to remove air from his chest  cavity.

Friends always brighten up the day!

The doctor removes the chest tube while the nurse (Blue) and student nurses (red) look on.

With complete disregard to all HIPAA laws, I took a photo of Kevin's  X-ray after they removed the first tube.  You can see the remaining tube running up the middle of his lung.

Nap time for Dad.  Kevin liked to keep the room cool...

Nap time for Kevin and Mom!

Large tube removed and small tube inserted to remove the last of the air in his chest. They're giving him a small "Pleur-Evac" to carry for a few days.  Just waiting until for a last X-ray and to be released!

The Wedding

Early last Spring,  Donna got a text from Robin’s boyfriend, Peter, asking if we could meet him for breakfast on Easter Sunday.  We both knew what was coming. Every girl’s dad anticipates this moment, often with thoughts of making the poor guy sweat and answering the question while giving the subtle message:  “If you hurt my little girl...” Sure enough, after some small-talk, Peter got to the point and asked for our daughter’s hand in marriage. When it came right down to it, there was no sweat, no veiled threats.  We couldn’t ask for a better guy for our daughter. I simply told him that I knew this moment was coming before he did and that we would be thrilled to have him in our family!

Fast forward to October 28, the big day.  We were there, our Oboz were there, and I had a plan for a photograph. Unfortunately, the opportunity never presented itself for a good shot.  I floated the idea that we could wear them to the wedding, but that was quickly shot down. Next best thing would be a quick change into them for a photo, but things were too busy.  So we’ll have to make do with a few photos from the day without the boots.

Alley, Jessica, and Robin

Robin and Lee

Robin peeking around the building, waiting for Peter.

With Davis, the ring-bearer

Robin and Kevin Clowning

Big Sis and Little Bro

Ranger Fly-in: Airplanes, Adventure, and Fun!

The 1927 Travel Air giving a ride during the 2018 Ranger Fly-In

Unfortunately we didn’t get the requisite Oboz Adventure boot shot on this one, but rest-assured, they were there, comfortably getting us around one of the oldest airports in Texas while we looked at airplanes, talked with pilots, and just generally enjoyed the camaraderie that is aviation in general and fly-in’s in particular.

At first look, the Ranger airport is nothing special.  In fact, to the untrained eye, it does not even look like and airport.  There are no paved taxiways, no paved runways, no big Fixed Base Operator fueling business jets.  No, there is nothing but a big field with two grass runways, a hangar, a small shack used as an office, and a lot of history.

The Ranger Airport dates back to 1911, when R. G. Fowler landed in his Wright B Flyer. People have been landing there ever since.

Vintage photo of Wright Model B
(photo from Wright-brothers.org)

Twenty years later, on June 16, 1931, Amelia Earhart landed her Pitcairn Autogiro at Ranger for fuel. Just a few years after her visit, on July 2, 1937, Amelia, disappeared with navigator Fred Noonan as she attempted to cross the Pacific in her Lockheed Electra.

Amelia Earhart's Pitcairn Autogiro in Ranger, Texas
(photo from http://www.angelfire.com/tx/rangerexes/ranger_history_3.htm)

Fast forward back to 2018. There were some fantastic airplanes, ranging from a 1927 Travel Air 4000 biplane, to a 1940’s era Beech Staggerwing--the Cadillac of personal airplanes back then, to modern Bellanca Scouts, Cessna 172’s, and Piper Cherokees. The festivities included a campfire in front of the hangar on Friday night and an airshow Saturday afternoon.  The highlight for us was a ride in the Travel Air on Sunday morning. After nearly 40 years as a pilot, this was actually my first time in an open-cockpit biplane. It was a blast even if I didn’t get to fly it!

A beautiful 1943 Beech D-17S Staggerwing

The Travel Air and an Aeronca Champ fly off into the sunset.

A Bucker Jungmeister performs during the airshow on Saturday

The Travel Air about to touch down after giving a ride.

A beautiful Fairchild 24

Sunday morning, all ready to go for a ride with Jared, aviator extraordinaire!