Busy, busy summer.... but finally a chance to catch-up this thread.
In late July Robin surprised me with words I'd never heard from her before: "Let's go camping!" And when I picked myself up off the floor I heard the rest of her plan -- fly the RV6a to Oshkosh, and sleep in amongst the airplanes.
So that's what we did; we got the eApis initiallized (we thought), applied for a Customs sticker, and headed out. Nothing was easy about that. The e-form does not recognize many Points of Entry or Departure. And at the same time they say, "Don't lie!" And when you hit the Submit button and it doesn't work, it doesn't say why (you have to change the point of departure to something it recognizes) and one's frustration level skyrockets. But anyway, eventually, after throwing ourselvesd upon the mercy of the CBP, we Entered the United States.
We flew across the state of Michigan, then across the Lake. Our little machine pushed valiantly and we made it up to 10,000 ft for the crossing. But, you know, there wasn't a single boat in the open part of that lake. No ships, no yachts, no nothing. We only had about a 12-minute window where we'd have been feet-wet, but still, I was surprised. And a bit squirmy.

Speaking of squirmy, we landed at Fond Du Lac for a short stop before entering the Ripon Arrival for OSH. Robin cleared the active runway, then contacted Ground. They asked, "What's your destination on the field?" She replied, "That blue port-a-potti on my left!" Whereupon there was dead silence on the radio for a full minute as everyone, including me, had a good laugh.
Anyway, I won't post a lot of photos because mine are the same as everyone else's -- long rows of beautiful airplanes, and tiny indecipherable dots in the sky. This is a typical example -- I was impressed by the sheer numbers of Howards all lined up. (And it was a big year for Cabin Wacos, too.)

We had 2 very memorable events. The first was a panel discussion one night featuring 4 astronauts, including my brother Chris. This was wonderfully done.
And the second was a dinner as a guest of HondaJet, where we afterwards got to sit at a campfire with Bob Hoover for 2 hours. They gave him a mic, kept his glass full, and encouraged him to tell stories. He's a wonderful raconteur, full of dry, self-deprecating wit. He told us the story of breaking out of prison camp, stealing an FW-190, flying west until force-landing in a dutch hayfield, and then getting nearly pitchforked by angry farmers who thought he was a German. Unforgettable. (And there may not be too many more evenings like that, with that generation...)
After getting home and parking the airplane, Robin christened her "Airventure 2013" mug!
