GoofyIsAsGoofyDoes
If it’s still here tomorrow… I may ignore it again
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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.
Its those maybes that Ill get ya. STS-127 was scheduled to launch on 07-11-2009. That was when the Magic was leaving Canaveral for a seven-day western cruse (with us aboard). The only problem was that it started raining that afternoon and the cloud cover caused them to reschedule to the 15th.
So close

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.

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.
I like it good plan
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.
There ya go.
Id have been hurt if you hadnt tossed that one out there.
I don't know why the fisherman were having such bad luck. This guy caught a fish on his first try.
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and thats a nice catch on the part of the photographer as well.
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.
***biting nails***
11:29. Everyone still looking, waiting. Suddenly, Bambi's mom screams "THERE IT IS!"
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And YOU WERE THERE There There There

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.
You bet your bippy it was!
The kids may not remember this in 5 or 10 years. But we will. And we'll remind them of about it occasionally.
Because thats what you do.
And if that happens, then I will have done my job as a father.
And that is why.
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.
You should have been numb by then.
That odd feeling has likely having no feeling.
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.
A much better monetary bargain
(with a different set of costs built into it).
(That's a fancy word that means "two weeks." I think we need to bring it back into mainstream American vernacular.)
Bring it back? What you mean fortnight?
Yall dont regularly use that word?
Hummm . must be a northern thing.
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!
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(I have a picture of him standing in the outfield picking his nose, but this one seems more dramatic)
Because thats also what you do
(save that other one for the girlfriends and grandkids that is)
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).
More likely the latter
But I just don't have the time for that. Because I have another Trip Report to start.
And Ill see you over there.
Thanks for letting us follow along. Its been an honor and a privilege to have the opportunity.