The day had come that we had been agonizing over for the past few days. But decisions had to be made. Big ones that, if done properly, could lead to a lifetime of memories. It was July 8th, 2011, and a mere 90 miles north east of Grandma & Grandpa's house,
STS-135 was preparing to launch. Maybe.
We knew that NASA was retiring it's Space Shuttle Fleet after this mission. Sure, there would be other rocket launches in the future that we could go see, but it could be years - decades, probably - before we could witness a manned launch again.
I had been checking the weather forecasts and NASA websites, and the probability of a launch was never greater than about 30% due to concerns for clouds, thunderstorms and lightening in the area. This was not looking good.
So we left it up to Evan. He had a t-ball game scheduled for Saturday afternoon back home in Racine. Do we leave Friday morning, make the 22 hour drive home and get to your t-ball game or do we head to Florida's Space Coast, along with what was estimated at 1 million other people and
hope to catch the last ever shuttle launch. Knowing full well that there was a 7 in 10 chance that we wouldn't see anything, we decided to give it a try.
So we all climbed into our own little technological marvel and headed east. We didn't really have a destination in mind - just get a far east as we can before the scheduled launch at 11:26, find a clear view of the eastern sky, and wait.
We headed up to Orlando, then took 528 East towards Cape Canaveral. We kept hearing radio reports of 50 mile backups on the highways around the Cape, but we were still moving along nicely. Finally, just as we approached the intersection with 520, we saw in the distance (luckily, Florida is flat, and you can see forever) a mass of cars on the highway - not moving. We took 520 south east and kept on moving.
We made it to Cocoa West and I-95 by around 9:30 and decided to hit up the local Waffle House for breakfast. Just like the astronauts do! It was pretty crowded, but there were 6 seats at the counter so we all bellied up and scarfed down some waffles.
Now it was decision time. It was about an hour until launch. According the reports I was seeing on Twitter, chances of launch still stood at 30%. Do we press on to the north east, into the throngs of people, trying to get closer or do we head back west about 5 miles to a boat launch area that we passed? The boat launch was in the middle of nowhere so there would be a clear view. The downside was the 21 miles between it and launch pad 39A at Kennedy Space Center. We knew we'd never get close enough actually see the shuttle on the launch pad, so we decided the safest bet was the
boat launch. And a bit of good news came, though. Some of the clouds were breaking up and chances of a launch increased to 60%
It turned out to be a very nice facility. It had bathrooms and a fairly new boardwalk along he edge of the water. But as you can see from that photo, there was still plenty of cloud cover over Eastern Florida.
We wandered around for a bit watching the fishermen on one end of the pier and the fish on the other. Smart Fish.
One fisherman said he hadn't gotten a bite all day. So
(come on, you all know what's coming next, right? I mean, you have to. You've read this entire TR.) I bit him.
We spent the next 45 minutes wandering around and exploring the area.
I don't know why the fisherman were having such bad luck. This guy caught a fish on his first try.
As launch time got closer, the pier began to fill up. Closer and closer we got to 11:26. People on Twitter said the countdown continued. We scanned the sky, looking for any signs of it.
11:24. The crowd waits in anticipation. We're secure in our spot along the pier where the guard rails are about 8 inches lower - a spot built for easier fishing that also made for a nice viewing area for the kids.
11:25. Everyone is staring - but no one really knows exactly which direction. Due East? North East? Somewhere in between?
11:26. Still waiting. No one on the pier is talking. All eyes are on the horizon.
11:27. Uh oh. What's going on? Did they scrub the launch? Is the weather bad? Are they having mechanical problems?
11:28. This isn't good. No news on Twitter. Is my cell phone clock wrong? It can't be - it get's it's time from Verizon.
11:29. Everyone still looking, waiting. Suddenly, Bambi's mom screams "THERE IT IS!"
We watched in awe as the flaming rockets lifted high into the air. It was quiet for a moment, then we heard the woooooosh and the distant roar of the solid rocket boosters and the three main shuttle engines. It slowly disappeared into the clouds, reappeared briefly, and then was gone.
(I later found out that at the 31 second mark of the countdown, the launch team did not get confirmation that the Gaseous Oxygen Vent Arm properly retracted and latched. The crew verified via closed circuit cameras that the arm was latched, and the countdown resumed.)
We headed back to the van, protecting ourselves from the blistering mid-day sun (i guess?)
All said and done, we traveled for roughly an hour and a half, saw the shuttle for 1 minute, 34 seconds, then drove another 90 minutes or so back to Grandma & Grandpa's house. And I want to make this next part completely clear:
Totally Worth It.
We took a pretty big chance that we would drive all that way and not see anything. But we ended up seeing a bit of history: The last Space Shuttle launch. Just before lift off, shuttle launch director Mike Leinbach radioed to Commander Chris Ferguson "Good luck to you and your crew on the final flight of this true American icon. Good luck, godspeed and have a little fun up there." Commander Ferguson replied "Thanks to you and your team Mike, We're completing a chapter of a journey that will never end. The crew of Atlantis is ready to launch".
The kids may not remember this in 5 or 10 years. But we will. And we'll remind them of about it occasionally. And when they're old enough and perhaps reading about this chapter of American History in school, hopefully the memories will come back to them. About the time they stood on a pier in the middle of a Florida swamp - with their mom and dad and grandma and grandpa - and experienced the fullest of the human spirit. To explore, to learn, to understand. They'll learn about the engineering marvels that we created to be able to slip the surly bonds of earth and touch the face of God. And they'll feel a connection to it and, hopefully, it will instill that spirit in them.
And if that happens, then I will have done my job as a father.
We arrived back in Lakeland in the early afternoon, packed up the van, said our goodbyes, and started the long journey north.
We hit a drive through in Valdosta, GA and got a sense that we were almost home.
Mmm....Wisconsin Butter....
But we still had about 1,000 miles ahead of us. As we always have, we drove straight through the night. 2 kids, 2 dog, 1,200 miles. It's an odd feeling, leaning up against the van, filling up the tank at a gas station at 3am. Thinking back to a time, say 3 hours ago, when you were leaning up against the van, filling up the tank at a gas station at midnight. I didn't keep very close track of the fuel costs for this trip, but it was far less than the cost of 4 plane tickets, a rental car and kenneling the dogs for a fortnight. (That's a fancy word that means "two weeks." I think we need to bring it back into mainstream American vernacular.)
We hit sunrise in Indiana. I was very pretty, but I was too lazy to walk out into the road to cut the gas station sign out of the picture.
We're a bit cramped in the van, but we can get comfortable. Some more than others.
The final tally:
19 hours and 22 minutes, minus the time zone change from Florida to Wisconsin, and we made it back in time to quickly unload the van and get to Evan's T-ball game!
(I have a picture of him standing in the outfield picking his nose, but this one seems more dramatic)
So, there it is. The third and final installment of the "2 Kids, 2 Dogs, 1200 Miles" saga. This Spring Ryder will make his grand entrance, making 3 kids. Our next few trips will be via air, but in 3 years or so, once he's potty trained, I'm sure we'll be hitting the open road once again.
This is where I'd usually insert some kind of wrap up with poignant observations on the human spirit (or maybe a couple of fart jokes). But I just don't have the time for that. Because I have another Trip Report to start. And you, loyal readers, get first crack at it, right here:
You Best Start Believing in Ghost Stories...Halloween on the Dream and WDW
Thank you so much for reading along and reliving this trip with me. I'll see you on the next one!
-Barry-