This coming eclipse is, apparently, a once-in-a-hunert years event.
Well, not the eclipse itself. We get a handful of eclipses every year (and by “we” I mean “earthlings”). But *THIS* eclipse is a TOTAL eclipse. Which is still something that happens every year or so but the recentish total eclipses have all happened over Africa or Asia or South America or one of the oceans that doesn’t have any countries on it.
*THIS* eclipse will be travelling coast to coast. From Oregon to South Carolina. Somewhere in between those two states is Wyoming.
And that’s where I’m going.
Here’s the plan: We got a hotel room in Fort Collins. So we drive up to Fort Collins on Sunday. Walk around a bit. Catch some dinner. Maybe check out CSU and see if Avogadro’s Number is still there (note: IT IS!!!) and eat there for the first time since… 1991? Maybe? Could be Spring 1992.
Anyway, go to bed at the hotel then wake up at some ungodly hour and get in the car and drive north to somewhere between Orin and Glendo and feel some form of primal terror as the jaguar eats the sun before he comes to earth to devour us all. For a couple of minutes, anyway. Then we get back in the car and drive home.
Everything else is just pretty much prep for that. Sure, we’ll go get groceries and do some laundry and such but the big focus will be this coming darkness.
And then we won’t have to deal with a total eclipse again until 2024.
I mean, assuming the sun comes back after this one.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)