Travis Air Museum with Dad

I've done plenty of crafting recently, but I haven't actually done any scrapbooking since National Scrapbook Day (May 4). It's like this every year - a ton of scrapping the first weekend in May for NSD, then none until we get past our anniversary, the end of school, and Trevor's birthday. And this year, the Prime Blogger Conference in Chicago. All good, but the last six weeks have been about making the memories instead of documenting the memories!  

This page is about a visit with my dad. He was in town on a weekday last fall. Trevor had school and Steve had work, so I took Dad to Travis Air Force Base Heritage Center. (I had to look that up to see what it's called now. I've been there at least a dozen times and I know it as Travis Air Museum, but that was two name changes ago. Old habits die hard.) We had a good time together checking out the exhibits outside and in. It's a neat museum - make a point to go if you're local or visiting my neck of the woods. 

TAFB with Dad (affiliate link)

I started this page with an airplane-themed patterned paper in yellows and grays, but it just wasn't working. Even though the gray plane and our selfie could theoretically go with any color, I couldn't get it to look right. When I switched to patriotic colors, the layout came together easily. I'm particularly happy with how the airplane banner turned out. I cut it freehand and darkened the edges with gray ink, added the stickers, then drew lines connecting it to the die-cut airplane (which I painted gray and then inked). I'm very pleased to have this in page in the album. 

40-4-Steve: Computer History Museum

When putting together my list of 40 special activities for Steve during his year of being 40, there were a few that are so Steve that it seemed impossible that he'd never done them before. The #1 example? Visiting the Computer History Museum in Mountain View, CA. 

While Trevor and I went with Steve for most of the 40-4-Steve project, we knew he'd enjoy his time at the Computer History Museum with another computer fanatic who would want to carefully study each exhibit (instead of dealing with us being done after an hour of browsing). We bought tickets for Steve and his dad. Sure enough, they were there for the entire eight hours it was open and only saw half the museum. 

40-4-Steve: Computer History Museum (affiliate link)

For the layout, I actually used two photos, trimmed to fit together. By adhering them without any space between them, they read as one square picture rather than two rectangles.

Kidding Around: Tourist in Your Own Town

Day 11 of Kidding Around asked us to be tourists in our own town. We live in Fairfield, CA, which has one major tourist attraction: the Jelly Belly Factory.  We were there three weeks ago when friends came to visit from Colorado, so it didn't make sense for us to go there again so soon (even though it is completely awesome).  Instead, we decided to check out the black light mini golf at Driven Raceway.  We hadn't been to Driven Raceway yet since Trevor doesn't meet the minimum height to drive their karts, but mini golf is open to everyone.

He was really excited to go through the curtains and check it out. 

 

It was so cool in there!

 

These pictures don't quite capture it. It was much darker than it appears in the pictures and the colors far more vibrant. It was very challenging since it was too dark to aim unless you were right near your target, but that was half the fun.

It's a 9-hole course and we were encouraged to play as many rounds as we wanted. We played two rounds.  Both of us improved on the second round since we knew where we were aiming! 

When we got home, we glued our scorecards onto the left-hand side of our journal and wrote about our experience. On the right-hand side, we did a "Best of Fairfield," listing our favorite restaurants, parks, and other attractions.

Here's Trevor's:

And here's mine:

What a fun day! Visiting Driven Raceway and doing the "Best of Fairfield" page helped us appreciate that we have so many wonderful destinations where we live.