dmr
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I'm glad to see the US back in the race, so to speak.
These attachments are not my best photos, I know, they were in essence slop shots on the spur of the moment, and scanned from prints, but they did capture what turned out to be one of the most memorable events in my life ...
To make a long story long ...
In July of 1999 I was sent on business to Jacksonville. A couple I know from Long Island was getting married the weekend before and they were spending their honeymoon in Orlando, so I made up some lame excuse to extend a day and drove down there to spend the evening. We really didn't have any plans, we had a nice dinner and of course the big news was that the shuttle might take off that night, since it had been scrubbed the night before, so we decided on the spur of the moment to drive out to the Cape and see if we could see it take off.
So anyway, we drove out to Cape Canaveral and joined the other 10,000,000 or so already out there. 🙂 They had a public viewing stand, which cost something like $12 per person and if it didn't take off, you didn't get your $$$ back, so we joined the other 9,999,990 or so in a nearby parking lot.
It was almost like a party atmosphere there. All ages, all types, just marking time until zero. Mass groan during a "hold" 20 or so minutes away. Cheers when the hold was lifted. 🙂 Closer and closer, more and more radios tuned to the same station, t-minus one minute less than it was a minute ago. And then it started to happen. At maybe 30 seconds or so everybody in unison counting down, and then it really happened! At about 7 about 1/4 of the horizon lit up bright orange -- almost blinding considering everybody's eyes were accustomed to the dark. Shortly after zero it began to rise from the horizon, very majestic, very slowly at first, picking up speed ever so gradually.
I had just turned to a guy standing beside me and asked "aren't we supposed to hear something" when all of a sudden the sound hit -- LOUD! Tremendous roar, mini earthquake, causing countless car alarms to go off all at once.
As it rose and turned, the orange flame faded and turned bright bluish white.
These photos don't really do justice to the spectacle. If you ever get the chance to witness one of these, do it --- particularly if it's at night.
Of course I was shocked and saddened in 2003 when Columbia broke up, but something hit a bit closer to home, and I checked to see which of the shuttles I had witnessed. It was Columbia. 🙁
These attachments are not my best photos, I know, they were in essence slop shots on the spur of the moment, and scanned from prints, but they did capture what turned out to be one of the most memorable events in my life ...
To make a long story long ...
In July of 1999 I was sent on business to Jacksonville. A couple I know from Long Island was getting married the weekend before and they were spending their honeymoon in Orlando, so I made up some lame excuse to extend a day and drove down there to spend the evening. We really didn't have any plans, we had a nice dinner and of course the big news was that the shuttle might take off that night, since it had been scrubbed the night before, so we decided on the spur of the moment to drive out to the Cape and see if we could see it take off.
So anyway, we drove out to Cape Canaveral and joined the other 10,000,000 or so already out there. 🙂 They had a public viewing stand, which cost something like $12 per person and if it didn't take off, you didn't get your $$$ back, so we joined the other 9,999,990 or so in a nearby parking lot.
It was almost like a party atmosphere there. All ages, all types, just marking time until zero. Mass groan during a "hold" 20 or so minutes away. Cheers when the hold was lifted. 🙂 Closer and closer, more and more radios tuned to the same station, t-minus one minute less than it was a minute ago. And then it started to happen. At maybe 30 seconds or so everybody in unison counting down, and then it really happened! At about 7 about 1/4 of the horizon lit up bright orange -- almost blinding considering everybody's eyes were accustomed to the dark. Shortly after zero it began to rise from the horizon, very majestic, very slowly at first, picking up speed ever so gradually.
I had just turned to a guy standing beside me and asked "aren't we supposed to hear something" when all of a sudden the sound hit -- LOUD! Tremendous roar, mini earthquake, causing countless car alarms to go off all at once.
As it rose and turned, the orange flame faded and turned bright bluish white.
These photos don't really do justice to the spectacle. If you ever get the chance to witness one of these, do it --- particularly if it's at night.
Of course I was shocked and saddened in 2003 when Columbia broke up, but something hit a bit closer to home, and I checked to see which of the shuttles I had witnessed. It was Columbia. 🙁