Three weeks ago, we flew to Phoenix to meet up with DH's family for a road trip to Bouse AZ, population 996. Bouse is located about two hours west of Phoenix. In between Phoenix and Bouse, there's a lot of....sand... yeah, sand and brush. It's pretty remote.
Our reason for a family vacation to Bouse (instead of a Disney cruise) was that my father-in-law was stationed at Camp Bouse during World War II before he was shipped to Europe.
My father in law is the last confirmed member of his army unit, and we were there for the dedication of a monument to his unit.
If you click on the link and scroll down past the article, there's a family picture on the right side. I'm on the left side of the picture holding one of the umbrellas whining "I'm hot". You can't see everyone, you know how some people always hid in the back of a group picture? Anyway, there were 30+ of us at the dedication.
And how do you get such a big group to Bouse AZ?
You charter a luxury coach!
And the trip is even better when thoughtful family members have arranged for round trip full meal service and even acted as bus stewards and stewardesses.
And this cutie kept himself completely entertained by looking out the window at the variety of semi trucks and trailers on the other side of the road. Since the bus was up so high, it was a different view than you get from a car.
We made a short stop at the Bouse Museum, housed in a former Assay office. They had a lot of items related to the town's history as a mining outpost and to the army base set up during WWII.
I was particularly interested in this display outside the museum. To some people it would just look like rusty junk, but it's actually artifacts found in the desert, most left from the army base that was there over 70 years ago. The museum curator knew the history of all the pieces and if there were related to the army presence or mining activity.
My father-in-law was thrilled that so many of us were able to make it to the dedication, and it was an adventure for all of us.
When we got home, I had a letter from my Mom with a clipping of an article from my hometown newspaper that had just about my Dad's WWII service.
We're proud of our Dads and their service to the country, and the sacrifice and service of all of the Greatest Generation.