A couple of days ago, on the way out to our WWII Vintage Munitions Storage Bunker, I let my 12-year-old daughter drive. Shhh. Don’t tell. BTW…she’s pretty darned good. It’s a step into the land of discomfort.
Yes, it’s really an explosives storage facility.
Here’s the sign from inside the door. There are some other good pics of the facility here. Don’t worry, the only things stored in these things since the 1960s are grain, furniture and crap that won’t sell at garage sales.
Today, I put myself in the care of a personal trainer. There’s a step beyond the comfort zone.
Yesterday, I committed to teaching at Wizard Academy again. Thanks Roy! I needed the kick in the butt.
I hope that some of you who sent emails yesterday will actually step out of your fear of the web and register for the class!