Thursday, August 21, 2025

It Happens Every Time

One of the nice things about being in Hessel in Michigan's Glorious Upper Peninsula is that on clear nights and early mornings (and no full moon) you can see a lot of stars. As I was up at 3:30 this morning, I stood in the back yard and admired just such a sight. Life is good.

Yet the donuts have to be made. I needed to get packed for my return to the D after a short UP jaunt. As I pottered around I remembered that I have a find the Space Station app on my cell phone. I uploaded it several months before expressly to try to spot the space station one night as I was up north, away from the city's glare, and promptly forgot I had done it. So I took a moment and opened it. Well, whaddaya know? It was to pass over Hessel at 5:07 AM, well before daylight in these parts at this time of year. I was actually putting the app to use. 

Just after five I set my task aside and marched through the back door. The skies had clouded over since I had been outside the 90 or so minutes before. 

Well, I hope to spend one more long weekend up here at the end of September or beginning of October anyway, the good Lord willing and the Creek don't rise. We'll see what happens then.

 

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