A few years ago a few good friends and I sat out on Cape Point on a clear night and proceeded to freeze our collective hineys off and watch the ascent of the space shuttle as it left the Florida coast. To say that this was an awesome event would be a gross understatement. One of our friends had satellite TV in his slide in camper so the dozen or so folks out there had the luxury of watching the countdown, launch, ascent and then the neat thing happened. As the shuttle made its way east, it flew through the constellation Orion and they started the main engine shutdown countdown...hearing the call and watching that point of light disappear as it was travelling at 15,500mph made the whole evening worth it, frozen or not.
This morning, I got to see the whole show all over again with the addition of watching the space station cruise by a few minuets before liftoff. This time though, it was shorts and a t-shirt from my deck with a cup of fresh java to toast our heroes as they began their adventure. Missing were my fellow veterans of that frosty night on The Point but this morning they were sitting at home taking care of their new baby Boy (FHB and Pirate in Training). And that's when it hit me. If NPS and the rest of the darkside get their way, this young child will never experience the wonders that can be seen from the Point.
And that's just wrong.