Friday evening, Hubby and I drove to Farmers Branch, Texas, for their Bluegrass Heritage Foundation Bluegrass Festival. We actually just went to see Rhonda Vincent and The Rage, Hubby's favorite group. The next morning I got up and drove to Belton, Texas to join my high school friends for a girls' weekend at D's house. They went to a spa while I drove up, and I got there in time to enjoy a picnic lunch D made and walk around the downtown area where they were having a third Saturday Market Days.
Then it was time for some nonstop talking and catching up, dinner out at a wonderful new Italian restaurant in Temple, and back to D's house for more talking and lots of laughing as we sat around her fire pit until almost midnight. Music set to a 70's station and we laughed about some of the songs and sang along to others. About 10 pm, we saw a bright light in the northeast coming toward us. As it got closer, we could see that it had both a white and red light, but was totally quiet. D turned off the music and dimmed the outdoor lights but we couldn't tell what it was. There was one, and then another, then a couple flying together, and they kept coming until we counted nine of them flying over us. We don't know if they were drones or some kind of stealth helicopter. They were apparently flying to Fort Hood though.
Sorry, no pictures for this blog post. Bad blogger here. I didn't take a real camera and my cell was nearly dead by the time I got to D's house.