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Improbably Yours
Jul. 19th, 2008 11:16 amI'm an Improbable investigator again, and this time with an actual story rather than simply a link helping to pass along a news report about putting colored glitter in rhinos' food to learn if one of them was pregnant.
Thirty-nine years. How the heck did that happen?
I love how clearly I still remember what it was like to sit around a campfire with a couple dozen fellow campers in the middle of 600 acres of wilderness at Bows Lake, outside Vanderbilt, Michigan.
Six hundred acres and then some. Most of the land surrounding the church's property was also undeveloped.
We listened to the radio broadcast, staring up at the stars and contemplating the wonder and reality of humankind being up on the Moon at that very moment. Stepping out of the lander and onto the surface. It still sends the very best kind of chills up and down my spine. Let's do that more. Let's do that lots more.
Thirty-nine years. How the heck did that happen?
I love how clearly I still remember what it was like to sit around a campfire with a couple dozen fellow campers in the middle of 600 acres of wilderness at Bows Lake, outside Vanderbilt, Michigan.
Six hundred acres and then some. Most of the land surrounding the church's property was also undeveloped.
We listened to the radio broadcast, staring up at the stars and contemplating the wonder and reality of humankind being up on the Moon at that very moment. Stepping out of the lander and onto the surface. It still sends the very best kind of chills up and down my spine. Let's do that more. Let's do that lots more.
