With Randy and Theresa on their way home, we settled back
into our more solitary life of the past 5 months. After putting things back in order, we had a
light meal, skipped the alcohol, checked out the Ranger campfire program and
made it an early night.
Having a rendezvous with our good friend, Steve from nearby
Asheville at noon on the other side of the Park, we got up early to knock out
our daily hike (this one straight up the Jakes Creek Trail) and get on the
road.
We met Steve when he showed up to view our sailboat,
Moonshadow, that was on the market five years ago. It was love at first sight and Steve and Liz bought
the boat and we became fast friends.
Hearty and good-hearted, we have always enjoyed our time together and we
were looking forward to our planned Eclipse adventure.
Through a friend’s invitation, Steve had been contracted to stage
direct the Eclipse event at Clingman’s Dome in the Great Smokey Mtn National
Park. Rob and I are always ready to jump
in to help and came along to do whatever was needed. Making a preliminary run to the Dome on
Sunday, I took a minute to hike up to the nearby section of the Appalachian
Trail. Maybe a future adventure?
We had been invited to camp at the visitor center and were welcomed
by the sentry for the local herd of elk who had perched himself on the nearby
rock pile. With the sun setting over the
field and students from Roanoke getting ready for their role manning telescopes
for the eclipse, I whipped up a spaghetti feast replete with wine and fresh
baked derby pie.
And of course, the ECLIPSE!
I can remember seeing a partial eclipse as a child. Looking at the crescent shape of the sun
through a whole in paper was all I knew to expect. The programming provided was brilliant and
the weather was the same. Perched on top
of one of the tallest peaks in the state, we were well positioned for the best of
the event.
With clouds coming and going throughout the day, the sky
cleared the hour before totality and we had the perfect view. With a dance troupe performing an inspiring
interpretive dance and light classical music lifting to the heavens, the sun
and moon performed their own dance as 1800 bespectacled faces looked on.
The sun set all around us, the stars started peeking through
when the whistle blew. Off came my glasses,
I looked up and all I could do was gasp and marvel at the spectacular beauty
that is our world. Mesmerized by the visual
phenomenon as well as sharing the moment with the people nearby, it all happened
far too quickly. I knew immediately that
I had just witnessed a great gift.
And it was over. Just
like that. The program continued until the
final contact left the two celestial bodies back on their separate courses but
the crowd dispersed quickly as the glow faded.
Finishing our duties, waiting for transport and the ride back to camp
got us back as the sun began to drop in the sky.
Rob and I decided to spend another night in our cozy field and bask in the glow of the day. We wandered out to the visitor center to check out the elk herd grazing there and found they had moved to our field by the time we returned. Another spectacular day had ended and we eased into the night feeling thankful and full.
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