I forgot to mention one of the cooler moments of the trip. As we were all standing around on Sunday night starting to shiver but putting off going into the tents because it wasn’t even 8:30, I interrupted conversation with “look, a satellite!” as I spotted a moving, unblinking point of light rising above the mountain top.
We watched as it grew brighter and brighter and it was soon apparent that this was no ordinary satellite. It was none other than the International Space Station, of course. There’s nothing else that would have appeared as bright as it passed over.
“The ironic thing,” Jen the FDO said, “is that this is the first time I’ve ever seen the station.”
