It all started on one of our many road trips, when conversation turned to our personal Bucket Lists. Steve and I had one mutual item that had yet to be checked off, and since there would not be many more opportunities, we moved "See a shuttle launch" to priority #1. And it was the best decision we could have ever made.
Our first launch experience was that of Discovery, during the pre-dawn hours on April 5, 2010. Neither of us knew what to expect, but we imagined that it would be spectacular. A few minutes before lift off, the International Space Station flew over, adding to the building excitement. It was definitely worth the 10 hour drive to see the entire sky light up as Discovery lifted off.
But it wasn't until the experience of the final launch of Atlantis, on July 8, 2011, that we got a true taste of Americana, and what this country is all about.
We arrived around 1:30 in the morning, and there were already hundreds of folks already waiting for the launch, which was scheduled for the next morning. Fortunately, the people parked around us ended up being the perfect mixture of personalities, and we had no idea how much that would add to what we would experience in less than 12 hours.
I LOVE how NASA showed pride by putting spotlights on the shuttle and leaving them on for the entire night leading up to the launch. This photo from Space.com makes great wallpaper:
One of the fine folks that we talked to was a high school physics teacher from Illinois, whose informative conversation had my husband debating with a near stranger at 2 in the morning, regarding gravity and light years. As we continued talking with this man, more people joined in the conversation. By daylight, "we" consisted of a whole group of fascinating individuals from all walks of life, but on that day we focused on the one thing we had in common.
The weather that morning was not allowing for 100% go for launch, so hourly updates from NASA were a necessity, and the closer it got, the lower the chances seemed to be for "go." According to many sources, nearly a million (or more) people had made their way to the Space Coast to witness what would be the final launch of NASA's amazing shuttle program.
We found NASA's LIVE broadcast on a local station, so many folks gathered around our area to listen as the time drew near. The feeling was a mind-boggling mixture of intensity, anticipation and excitement, listening to as others joined in. We stood next to our new friends as the countdown began: 10...9...8...
I couldn't help but notice the deafening silence as hundreds of people waited in wonder...
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Children, parents, grandparents, friends and people from all different
cultures, including many from different countries all gathered together.
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7...6...5...
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A father encourages his children to put one hand over their heart
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4...3...2...1...
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Absolutely breathtaking |
Radio broadcast: "The final liftoff of Atlantis...on the shoulders of the space shuttle, America will continue the dream."
I still get chills thinking back on that one moment in time, where everyone stood in unified awe and wonder, a bittersweet feeling of sadness and amazement, as we watched Atlantis launch into history.
As I held my husband's hand, I looked over at our new friend, the high school physics teacher, his eyes filled with tears. People cheered as others wept, in this moment as we all stood as one. It was the single-most powerful experience that I had ever had, and one that I will treasure for the rest of my life.
On the day that Atlantis landed, July 21, 2011, I got this tattoo...each blue star representing (left to right) Columbia, Challenger, Discover, Atlantis & Endeavour - Surrounding a word said prior to many launches - a wish a good fortune in the journey ahead:
After a moment like that, I was certain that there could never be another that could even come close. Until Steve and I went to watch as Discovery arrived at the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum on April 17th, 2012.
We studied ahead of time, in order to know the best possible viewing area and we decided upon the parking lot of the Udvar Hazy Center. Not knowing whether traffic would be backed up or not, we went ahead and left after work that night, and arrived around midnight to find NO other cars. So we rested in a nearby parking lot and returned around 4:00am. We were the first in line, but one other car showed up soon thereafter. How fortunate we were to have the kind of company these 2 gentlemen brought. We all shared a passion for NASA and Nascar, so we spent all morning talking, just as we had done at the final launch.
I was a nervous wreck, hoping that we parked in the right spot because we had one shot. Boy did we ever.
The parking lot held 2,000 cars, and by the time Discovery arrived in the area, all of the spaces were filled. We heard someone shout, "There it is!!" But it was so far in the distance we could barely see it. I began to watch a group of spectators on the observation deck, because it was apparent that wherever they were looking was where we should be watching.
Again, we found a local radio station covering the flyover and the arrival was to be any moment. My husband, who rarely gets as excited as I do, pointed straight ahead of us and I strained my eyes, expecting it to be in the distance. All fears of being in the wrong place were quickly thrown aside as he said, "It's coming straight for us!"
In preparing for this flyover, I had put the zoom lens on the camera, completely unaware that it was going to be THIS close, therefore I didn't even have time to change in order to get the entire picture as pilot Jeff Moultrie descended for a 500 ft. flyover directly above us.
As a long-time lover of aviation, loud engines and sheer power, I was once again overwhelmed by the moment - and even feeling the awesome power of that modified 747 as it roared over us. Thanks to the Nikon's "vibration reduction" lens, the photos turned out great despite the uncontrollable shaking of my hands!
I turned to try to say something to our new friend, and once again, I was moved by the fact that this man had tears in his eyes.
We had no idea that this was just the 1st of 3 opportunities that awaited us.
The 2nd time, the flyover was right along the runway beside us, giving an amazing side view along with the jet on her wing. It wasn't until our new friend pointed out that the landing gear wasn't down that we realized there would be one more.
...and
when the time came for the landing, the familiar feeling of bittersweet
awe and wonder returned, as cheers erupted for a final time to welcome
Discovery to her new home.
We had now experienced 2 moments that many had not had the opportunity to experience, and we had made 2 more friends that we now refer to as our "Shuttle Buds."
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Taken on the day the Atlantis made her final voyage to the Kennedy Space Center display |
It
saddens me to know that we will never again bear witness to a shuttle
launch, made possible by so many individuals who proved what can be
accomplished through work and dedication, combined with fantastic
ingenuity and passion for space exploration.
Thank you to NASA, and everyone involved in one way or another with that space program for being an inspiration to us all.
Godspeed.