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RECENT ADVENTURES
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SOLSTICE TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE SAFARI
Southern
Africa
June 14-26,
1991
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It felt as if
my heart was about to pound its way through my rib cage. My
palms were sweaty, and chills danced up my spine at the realization of
what was happening before me. Time was growing short.
Verrrrry short.
Ask any experienced eclipse chaser, and they'll tell you it's always like
this. "Anxiety," "nervousness," "apprehension"―all are words that
describe the emotions one feels as the moon's inky shadow engulfs our
sky from the west, and the alien darkness of "totality" descends in
mid-day.
But this was not totality. In fact, we weren't even outdoors.
We were in the airport at Livingstone, Zambia, watching helplessly as
our chartered aircraft―scheduled to take us 200-plus miles to the
eclipse centerline―sat on the tarmac. Its GPU was broken and
the plane couldn't take off without it.
Now I'm not a pilot, and I don't know a GPU from a BLT. But I do
know that the moon cares nothing about our mundane problems. It
continues on its orbit and, at that very moment, its shadow was
careening eastward across the Atlantic―approaching by 25 miles every
gut-wrenching minute we sat in Livingstone. The shadow would
arrive in less than four hours and, if we were going to meet it, we had
to leave.
Now!
But things weren't looking good. Pilots and technicians were talking
and studying the underbelly of the plane―not an encouraging sign.
We were, after all, in the middle of Africa. How many spare 737 GPUs could there possibly be, and how efficiently could anyone find and
install a replacement?
Some in our group of 86 remained outwardly upbeat as thoughts of traveling
halfway around the world only to miss the first total solar eclipse of
the Third Millennium began to sink in. Others began to rationalize
out loud: "Well, we could still see the partial phases from here..."
All we could do was wait and watch... and wait some more. Hope was
fading with every tick of the clock. And then, just as
unexpectedly as the delay announcement earlier that morning, the doors
from the tarmac swung open. "OK, everyone onboard! We're
ready to go!"
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RACING
THE SHADOW! |
What a flood of emotions now! As we gathered our gear and raced
toward the plane, many among us were performing mental arithmetic.
"If we leave in 10 minutes... if the flight takes 45 minutes and the bus
ride to the site takes only 30 minutes..."
That they fixed our plane was stunning. That our bus squealed to a
stop at our pre-selected observing site with barely five minutes until
"first-contact" was nothing short of a miracle.
My arms overflowing with photo gear, I leaped from the bus and sprinted
frantically across a tick-infested field―being chased by our guide
spraying me with a can of insecticide―in search of an appropriate
foreground. Only four minutes remained until my first carefully
planned shot was scheduled. Miss it, and I'd have to wait 18
months for another chance.
I quickly found a spot just to the east of a small tree, cleared some of
the tall, dry grass, set up the tripods and aligned the cameras, checked
and tested the automatic programming, and―muttering something off-color
about Murphy―pressed the start button. Right on time!
Finally, I could take a breath. Sure, I had a few more gray hairs
on my head but, in a crystal clear sky, the show had begun. And,
this is why we were here!
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GREATEST
SHOW ON EARTH |
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Within the hour, the moon's umbral shadow arrived―just as expected―and it
engulfed the Zambian landscape in a still and eerie darkness.
Soon, the last burst of sunlight disappeared behind the moon's edge―the
"diamond ring."
And then, totality!
The place where the mighty sun once shone was a void, around which our
star's gossamer corona streamed outward across the sapphire sky.
Some cheered its appearance; others wept at its splendor.
And some gazed in silent awe at the most glorious spectacle nature has
to offer.
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Three minutes and 35 seconds passed―yet it seemed like only seconds―until
the sun's familiar rays burst into view again. "No! It can't
be over yet! It just began!" But the moon's shadow
continued its eastward journey―across southeastern Africa, across the
Mozambique Channel, and on to Madagascar where other sky watchers
anxiously awaited its arrival.
Three years of calculating, planning and rehearsing were now complete.
For a few magical moments we had become one with the Cosmos―in perfect
syzygy with the three most important bodies in the heavens. We had
been touched by the power of the universe in ways difficult to describe,
and we had felt emotions impossible to communicate.
Boy did we ever! |
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Dennis Mammana |
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