Google claimed that my drive should have been about ten hours total round trip.

Google was a filthy liar.

But I also got to spend about a day and a half getting very footsore in the National Museum of the United States Air Force, which would have been worth the trip on its own.

They haven't really changed their layout or most of their exhibits in the I-forget-how-many-years since the last time I was there, but the little chill down the nape of the neck as you turn a corner and process "Oh, that's Bockscar. OH," does not lessen on repetition.

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Iä! Iä! Moe fthagn!