Weather's been clear and cold and dry lately, and so the field has dried out some. Pete and I were out there throwing the football the other day. You know, catch is great for covid times. You're standing far apart, but it's back and forth, it's reciprocal, it's mutual. It's good.
And then off in the distance above the mountains beyond the north shore of the inlet, we hear and see this helicopter. One of those big two-prop army kinds, like a Chinook, and it's lifting out something large on a chain from the center of its fuselage. We can't tell what. And it makes me think back to that unexplained train I saw the other week, with the soldiers and big machines on it. And its weird, but I never put it together until just this day, that back when I first started seeing those trains, was when I first noticed seeing the Olds appearing here and there. And I don't know if that means anything, but it's funny how the relative timing of stuff doesn't always click with me.
Anyways, we were stopped and listening to the thud-thud-thud of that far-off helicopter, and then we see a huge blue dragon flying down fast from above a cloud. And its going for that helicopter, coming down fast. When it's closer, it spits out like a fire bolt or something, and the helicopter takes it right on the top. And its listing and trailing smoke and before we know it, it's down on the mountainside in a fireball. You don't see that every day around here. We go on home after that, because that's sure quite a thing to take in on a Wednesday.