Julie and I are both pretty exhausted today. Yesterday, we were both caught up in the hype that was supposed to be a great meteor shower. We were told that it was to peak from 2-4am and that it had the potential to have hundreds of shooting stars per hour. Julie was excited about shooting them with her camera and I was excited to geek out about space. I have never grown out of the childish wonder that is outer space. It was a tough week for us and we were both looking forward to ending it with something special and fun.
We drove out of town to get away from any light pollution. We navigated pitch black dirt roads but finally ended up at a clearing and meeting up with Julie’s photography group at around 11:30. The sky was perfectly clear and we could not have asked for a better night. We stayed out for over an hour and saw a couple meteors. We wanted to stay up for the peak of the shower, which was supposed to be between 2 and 4 am, WAAAYYY past our bedtime. We soon realized that, even with our after work naps, we were way too tired. Our solution was a
one two hour nap in the car. We awoke ready to be awed. Instead, we saw nothing. Zilch. Nada. There were no meteors; it was a bust. We were a little disappointed, but had no regrets. The sky was still beautiful, and we had a great view of the Milky Way. Julie even got some shots.
We stayed about another hour and then headed home. We got in after 4am, completely exhausted, but still happy we went.