few brave souls even thought about joining this trip...and then the
cloud cover rolled in. About an hour before launch time the prospects of
seeing anything...other than 100% cloud cover...were not good.
Caught Smitty, decided it was
not worth the long drive for him. Tried to catch Patricia J...she
remained undaughnted...being half way to the Shack, she opted to
continue the drive.
before launch time the cloud cover evaporated! We launched with the
remnants of sunset coloring the western sky. The moon was already on
full beam, dazzling clear in the cool air. As evening settled unto the
lower tidal portion of the Great Egg Harbor River, it was obvious mother
nature was preparing for something very special.
marsh was at rest. The air rested, not a breeze to ruffle the water. Not
a wave to undulate the mirror surface. Just the tide on its endless flow
offered any movement. As a magnificent white blue infused the sky and
lit our path, it gave all but the most determined stars a respite from
their normal evening twinkle duty.
As if to
alert of the impending start of the main event, an owl called from the
distant shore. A blanket of stratocu clouds briefly waved before the
full moon. As Earth started to make its shadow know to the moon, the
heavens excitedly threw shooting stars.
As the moon
took a courtesy bow in the earth’s shadow, the stars shared the stage.
Overhead, Pegasus ruled. Cassiopeia looked toward the little bear as the
big bear dipped behind the northern horizon. The Seven Sisters called.
Soon Taurus was on stage. Orion filled and dominated the eastern
horizon. The heavens still offered shooting stars. Now standing in the
shadows, the full moon, totally pleased, smiled and blushed in rusty
Forgive me for stating the
obvious...you missed one very, very special paddle!