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Along the perimeter of the ship are a variety of observation decks, many quite small. The folks below found one that was out of the way and provided a great view of the trip back into port. We exchanged some friendly conversation with them and, as we turned to leave, I snapped this shot. The young lady looked at me and grinned, "I knew you were going to do that!" Yep, it's what I do. They were fine with that. One would guess that she was spending some precious time with her Navy beau, but who knows?
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The day started before sunrise for many who came aboard so by the time we returned to port we had been on the ship for well over 13 hours. Scattered about the flight deck were folks taking in the sun and cool breeze.... and maybe a few zzzzs.
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This is actually photo 3 of 3 of this family taking a rest on one of the service carts. The first showed the man laying back as though napping and the woman sitting and watching what everyone else was watching --- whatever that might be. The second photo showed the woman had succumbed to the laziness of late afternoon and was laying back. Then this photo with their child snuggled on her mother for a rest.
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I love these photos of the sailors with their girlfriends/wives taking in as much time together as possible. While many sailors mustered on deck as they were granted leave time, others, as possibly with this sailor, would be returning to their work stations after their loved ones left the ship. My heart went out to couples like these.
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This mother and her son were next to us on the bleachers. It appeared as though his leave was ending (he's in civvies). My son enlisted nearly 12 years ago, but I remember these types of moments early in his career, especially when he was off to Japan. A mother's embrace is unmistakable, no matter how old the son. Except that my son would be mortified if I held him like this now! (No worries, I get my share of hugs! He really takes good care of his dear ol' Ma'!)
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It is fitting that a ship named for President Dwight D. Eisenhower would be nicknamed "Ike". So all the more fitting that the passageway at the base of the island would display the 1950's era campaign pin design -- proudly, I might add.
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The evening light casts a very different glow on the ship as people were methodically debarking. Those brows, or staircases, coming off the elevator platforms could hold only a limited number of people, so the process took some time. The steady stream of departure actually made the traffic out of the parking lot far more controlled. I can think of sporting venues that could learn from this --- though I think it would bring on near riot attitudes.
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My last photo of the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower. I love this shot with the sun setting at her stern. I was exhausted, exhilarated yet very reluctant to leave. I wanted to sit there until she was shrouded in darkness and fog again as we had found her that morning. But I know that when she is underway again, with my son and thousands of mothers' sons and daughters on board, they will be safe and sound in service to this great country.
GO NAVY! GOD BLESS AMERICA!
We "landlubbers" would call these 'doors', but on the ship they are 'passages'. The sailors call them 'knee knockers' because they have to lift their knees high to step over them. I call them 'tripping shin shockers' because I was forever tripping on them and banging my shins. In a passageway as long as this one there are passages every 20 feet or so, in line with the frames of the infrastructure. This picture might look like mirrors in a carnival fun house, but is actually one of the longest uninterrupted passageways on the ship.
At the end of the day all the tables were cleared out and the visitors were debarking. The hangar bay began to look more like a hangar bay. It was easier to imagine this area being full of fighter jets. The ship can hold up to 60 aircraft and many of them are in the hangar at any given time. It is one of the most awesome areas on the ship. Thankfully there are no 'knee knockers' here.
Around the flight deck there are large mesh nets or catwalks. The nets are to catch objects falling over board. The catwalks can do the same, but are also for moving from place to place, and moving to the lower decks. This is what the catwalks are made of and I'm sure the sailors think nothing of it. But that is the sea down below and I found it very disconcerting walking on them --- now I know what vertigo must feel like.
At the end of the day the sunlight was bouncing off the water. In the windows of the island are reflections of the sea below. Those windows are very thick; I don't remember exactly, but well over an inch. They block out nearly all the sound of the jets.
The fantail is Scott's favorite place on the ship to get away for some "quiet" time. I can see why he likes to go out there. One can spend hours getting in touch with himself, the sea, and his creator.
After the air show was over many of the visitors went back to the hangar bay for more food and fun. A couple hundred stayed on deck near the stern to be part of a photo op: spelling N A V Y on the flight deck. Those folks can barely be seen off in the distance. At this point we were back up to full speed and the wind made it difficult to stand still. By the way, this shot was taken with only an 85mm lens, not wide angle or anything fancy. It is just that from the bow the stern is a quarter mile away!
This is another jet taking off. I got it a little higher this time.
After the flight deck demonstration the crowd was encouraged to move port side for front row seats for the rest of the air show. Yes, they are dangling their feet over the edge, about 90 feet over the open sea. In some areas of the perimeter are catwalks with equipment and stairs to the lower decks. In other areas there are heavy metal nets. Those spectators are dangling their over the nets.
For aircraft that routinely break the sound barrier, soaring at only 100 mph is a near stall. That's what this pilot was doing as he flew past the ship. It seemed to be in slow motion and very quiet.
In flight fueling is a critical operation and requires precision.
I don't know the physics involved, but the vapor cloud was so clear on the high-speed fly-bys.
Beautiful, isn't it? The sound barrier has not yet been broken.
This is my favorite photo and I am a little proud of it (a lot). This jet had broken the sound barrier and at this moment we heard only silence. Very eerie --- then BOOM!
In formation are the planes that participated in the air show. They flew out to the ship from the Oceania Naval Air Station in Norfolk.
My heartfelt gratitude goes out to all those pilots who have the skill, dedication, courage and guts to land a jet on a piece of tarmac that looks like a postage stamp from their altitude. Add to that the speed of the ship and the swells of the sea and each flight operation is no less than a calculated miracle. Thanks, guys! Go Navy!
There are a couple more segments of this adventure I'd like to share. So, coming up are some interior shots and candids of people on board.