![]() Louis, on refundable Delta Air Lines flights on Saturday and Monday.īeing in St. Our plans only required me to book one plane trip for my daughter and myself, to and from St. When I explained my plans to my boss, he responded, “You’re committed.” And I replied, “Liz certainly thinks I should be.” And even if her answer to the question was no, that didn’t change her willingness to join us. When Liz asked me why I was willing to spend essentially days in a car driving long distances for just the chance to view a few minutes of an eclipse under clear skies, I responded, “Is there anything you’ve been trying to do for more than 50 years that you haven’t been able to do?” So that’s why I’ve been planning a more mobile and extreme effort this time, which was enough to scare my wife, Liz, off the idea of joining me and my 21-year old daughter, a former high school astronomy club co-president herself. The rest of the group didn’t even seem disappointed that they only got to see the landscape around us turn dark rather than seeing the eclipse itself.īut the 11-year old version of me was terribly disappointed once again, and while I avoided tears that time, I didn’t hide my frustration as well as I should have. ![]() It was actually a fun trip with a dozen family members. The disappointment of 2017 was nothing by comparison. I remember the beautiful lake we found hiking from a campsite the night before the eclipse, picturesque enough that myself and another member of the club decided to pitch our tent there rather than stay with the larger group.Īnd I remember the sand flies that got into the tent and nearly ate us alive during the night, leaving my back covered with scores of red welts.īut most of what I remember are the clouds that came between us and the sun just before the eclipse started and stayed in place until it ended. I remember the McGovern bumper sticker on Mr. I remember learning to play poker at one of the campgrounds where we stopped. ![]() Moore, the teacher adviser to the club who I realize now must have been some kind of saint to volunteer to make such a trip with a Volkswagen camper van full of 6th-, 7th- and 8th-grade geeks. My efforts to see it came after a 900-mile drive to northern Quebec with the members of the Robert E. ![]()
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