The Dayton Riviera

The morning was filled with the quotidian tasks of a campsite, done slowly due to our vast inexperience. My hopes of catching the Dayton Dragons were dashed due to our over-ambitious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. No pics here, we just wanted to get out of that hellhole.

Most of the day was taken up by driving, but we ended on a surprisingly high note at the Buck Creek State Park, which had a beach where we all had a lovely time splashing around the shockingly warm lake. It was a serious middle America party down there on the sand.

We had an overflight by what I thought at first was one of Wade's powered parafoils out of Wright-Patt.

And the girls right before they ran in and splashed around for an hour.

Again some learning on the campsites. Looking at the website, I picked one that had close access to water, laundry, showers, etc. Of course now we're in the firing line for everyone walking to the camp office. Ah well, we'll learn this sometime. Looking forward to the Air Force Museum tomorrow morning, and then we're headed to Chicago.