I went to see the new movie Gravity this weekend (which looked stunning, by the way). It got me thinking about what is undoubtedly my biggest bucket list accomplishment to date: witnessing the launch of a Space Shuttle with my own two eyes.
From the moment I first learned of the Kennedy Space Center in Florida, I knew I had to get there someday. When my wish finally came true, in March 2008, it was doubly special… because the Space Shuttle Endeavour was sitting on the pad, ready to fly.
Although tempted, we simply couldn’t extend our trip on that occasion. So by the time Endeavour blasted off on Mission STS 123 the following evening, I had to be content watching on NASA’s website from our hotel room in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
Not long afterwards, we learned that the Shuttle program was being cancelled. And with the disappointment of missing Endeavour’s launch by such a small margin still fresh in our memories, we made ourselves a promise. We vowed we’d make it back to Cape Canaveral to witness a Shuttle launch firsthand, before it was too late. And on Friday May 14th, 2010, we kept that promise.
We were collected by bus from our Orlando hotel before dawn, and ferried to the Kennedy Space Center. There we boarded a second bus, out to the NASA Causeway. Although still six miles from the launch pad, the Causeway was the closest point from which members of the public could watch a Space Shuttle launch. We arrived there almost three hours before blast off, which gave Rich and Sue plenty of opportunity to work on a wicked case of sunburn (although that’s another story).
From our viewpoint, for a second time in just over two years, I could see a Space Shuttle ready on the launch pad. On this occasion it was the Atlantis, ready for what (we all believed at that time) was to be her final flight, STS 132. But this time, if all went to plan, I’d actually get to see the launch.
We’ve all experienced how slowly time passes when we’re waiting for something special to happen. So I expected the hours, minutes and seconds to creep past. Yet, with so many people – most of them strangers to each other – excitedly discussing about what was about to happen, the time actually flew by.
Before I knew it, there were only 20 minutes left until the scheduled launch time. Then there were just 20 seconds!
As the famous countdown clock continued relentlessly towards zero, we all crossed our fingers, hoping there’d be no last moment delays.
Suddenly, bright orange flames sprang from beneath Atlantis, followed instantly by a plume of brilliant white smoke.
A few moments later, the booming roar of the Shuttle’s engines reached me, but by then she was already being engulfed in a cloud of smoke that glowed orange from within.
For a second or two Atlantis disappeared entirely. Then the nose of the spacecraft slowly emerged from the billowing smoke, and she began to climb skyward. It was 2:20 pm EST. And Atlantis was on her way, right on time.
As the Shuttle slowly cleared the top of the launch gantry, the flames from her engines re-emerged from the exhaust cloud. Even from six miles away, on a bright Floridian afternoon, the glow was almost too intense to look at. The orange inferno burning nearly white.
Then someone must have released the emergency brake. Because the Shuttle’s journey skyward seemed to change from a ponderous climb out of the place of her fiery birth, into a joyful leap towards the heavens. Atlantis rose on a pillar of flame and smoke, her engines crackling like a giant’s breakfast cereal. It was as if all her immense weight dropped away as she accelerated upwards into the clear blue sky. To infinity and beyond!
In the blink of an eye, two and half minutes had passed and Atlantis was out of sight. All that was left was a ribbon of pure white smoke with a kink in the middle, strung across the perfect blue sky.
We all closed our open mouths, which had dropped open during the launch. Some people immediately turned to each other, bursting into a breathless recap of what we’d seen. Others continued to stare into the sky, silent and awestruck.
My brother, Bisckits, had a single tear rolling down his face, and he wasn’t alone. We were all aware we’d just witnessed something close to miraculous. After all, there were people on that thing. People who had been sitting down here on Earth with us just a few minutes ago, and were now on the edge of space.
Over three years later, I still feel the emotions welling up just thinking about that day. It was an amazing experience. Unique. One I’ll never forget. A dream come true.
And with the current state of NASA’s manned spaceflight program, who knows when I’ll get the chance to see something like that again?
But Atlantis herself actual got to fly one more time. An extra mission (STS 135) to round off the Shuttle program and construction of the International Space Station in July, 2011.
My name is Jaspa, and I’m the main character in the Jaspa’s Journey adventure novels by Rich Meyrick.