E-Day
2017
August
21, 2017
The
night was spent in a “no facility” lot off route 80 west of
Cheyenne Wyoming. Black sky was sprinkled generously with winking
stars. Rows of trucks lined up, silently sleeping in the coolness of
dark. The Trucker parks parallel to the hill for a bit more quiet
and privacy. Tonight I can open the vent by my pillow to admit a
gentle breeze without also admitting the rumble of nearby units, and
look through the upper windows at the star studded sky. A perfect
setting. I’d take this over a motel room any night.
Morning
was chilly. We lay listening to a train rumble past on the hill
above. Then, stealing quietly out of the lot, we enter the highway.
Breakfast happens on the “roll” this day. Mile after undulating
mile, through what seems a lot of nothing. Arid semi-desert, burned
brown by the sun and lack of rainfall. Dead grasses stand stubbornly
straight out of the ground. Scrubby green-gray bushes fill the land,
almost like a planted crop. Basically flat, this country appears to
be lifeless, except for us. Traffic was very light. Occasional road
signs with lights have solar panels attached.
Overpasses
have electronic signs announcing that nearby parks, historical sites,
and viewing areas are full. Alternating those announcements are
warnings that stopping along the road is prohibited, as this is
wildfire season, and a hot undercarriage could spark a fire.
Exiting
Route 80 for Route 30, the Trucker aims for Pocatello, Idaho. He
detoured this area two weeks ago because of an out-of-control, 60,000
acre wildfire, four miles from the road. So far no evidence of fire
today. The sun is bright, the sky is a clear blue, wispy white
clouds hanging intermittently across the horizon. The Trucker
comments, “You feel like you are on top of the word” as we begin
to descend out of the high desert into somewhat greener land between
ridges to the south and flat topped mesas to the north. Now, at
8:30AM, it is 69 degrees.
A
trucker friend entering Portland, Oregon sends a photo of
bumper-to-bumper traffic leaving the city in search of an eclipse
viewing spot. Will they even progress to their destinations in time?
North
on Route 30 toward Cokeville. Every few miles a tractor trailer or a
camper is pulled to the side of the road, drivers out on their lawn
chairs, eclipse glasses on. The sun is bright to our right. Ahead,
westward, the hills are covered in wildfire haze. Fields of freshly
cut hay perfume the air.
11:10AM
The light is beginning to change. Like when the sun first comes back
out after a thunderstorm. Brighter, yet different. Ever so
gradually. Makes you feel like rubbing your eyes to see better.
Dimmer, yet clear. Not like the haze of evening dusk. Light is
decreasing, but not throwing shadows as at sunset. Cattle and horses
are grazing calmly in their pastures. A sense of stillness in the
air. The temperature has dropped six degrees in the past fifteen
minutes, to 63. The truckstop in Cokeville is nearly empty. The
Trucker decides to push on to Montpelier, further north and one
degree closer to totality. Our route will not take us into the total
eclipse band, but we will still see 96% totality at Montpelier.
11:30AM
The haze deepens over the western hills ahead and to the north, as
if rain is falling there but we see no clouds. The Trucker turns on
his lights.
11:35AM
Change of plans. At the Idaho state line, the Trucker eases onto a
wide spot, and we get out. A few other eclipse watchers are already there.
Donning eclipse glasses, we see it! A
thin yellow-orange crescent nearly covered by a black disc. We are
surprised to see how far it has progressed.
Across the road is a
shack, advertising “Black Cat Fireworks – The Best There Is.”
An elderly gentleman stands outside the open door, watching the
heavenly display through a welder’s helmet. Hopefully he suffers
no ill effects.
Giving our eyes a break, we tune into conversation
between two men parked nearby, glasses on, and realize the eclipse is
already waning! Oh dear. The light IS getting brighter. Watching
again, as the crescent increases, we imagine we can almost see the
moon’s black disc sliding away.
11:55AM.
On the road again. Very little discernible difference in the light
from a normal cloudy day now, although there are no clouds. A stop
in Montpelier in ten miles will allow us another look.
We
now understand that the light change we were seeing at approximately
11:25AM was totality for this area. Had we pulled over at the Flying
J in Cokeville, we would have seen the sun at 96% coverage, with was
the most for this area. Sigh.
Last
night I had pulled up an extremely detailed, interactive map online,
giving all the measurements, percentages, times, and explanations.
From that timetable, we understood that the eclipse here would be
approximately 1.5 hours in the making, with one minute of near total
darkness, then another 1.5 hours of gradually increasing light.
Obviously, it happened much more quickly. I am so grateful to the
Trucker for pulling off when he did, or we would have missed the
entire experience!
12:10PM
We are at the Ranch Hand in Montpelier, Idaho, for another look. Daylight is quite normal
now. A small curved area of black is all that remains over the sun.
Life is going on here as though no one ever heard of an eclipse.
Over lunch we discuss it. Most likely when we noticed the light
dimming was totality for us. Apparently the time frame we got from
the map was for the center of the band of complete totality directly
north of our location.
1:00
PM The Trucker works with his maps and logs. The full sun is now
visible again. Our thermometer stands at 80 degrees. We see on
facebook, photos of the eclipse as visible in Lancaster County, and
are glad for the clear view we have had on the Wyoming/Idaho border.
On
with the schedule!
Some
thoughts:
-
Our worries about traffic complications were unfounded. Instead, we
enjoyed an empty road. Was it much ado about nothing? For us, the
much ado came to nothing. But the sight? Far, far more than
nothing!
- If
having only 4-5% of the sun’s rays coming through just dims our
world slightly, and the creatures were unaffected, how great is the
sun, and how awesome the God who created it!
-
August 22, we were in an area that would have allowed a view of the
complete eclipse. Sigh.
-
Our experience was not perfect, not what we hoped. But still awe
inspiring and wonderful.
The
heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His
handiwork!