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- DAY 3
I emerged from
the tent, Saturday, to another chest-expanding morning. A few wispy
clouds were drifting by but there were others, to the south and west, that
looked a little more permanent. Overhead, Old Sol was getting ready
to flex some muscle so beach wear was the code.
. .
. A buffet dinner
was held in the main lecture tent, however, having brought steaks, perogies
and wine we cooked our own and wandered down later for closing speeches
and door prizes. The speeches touched on moving the event to a darker
site. The door prizes were many and quite desirable, especially the
8” Meade LX 90 Grand Prize. None of our bunch won anything.
![]() This picture shows the sunset, afterwards. Venus (marked) and a sliver of the Moon (middle - right side) are also in it yet hard to make out. Stephen James O’Meara gave the keynote speech “Seeing faint – It’s about time”. Exhausted, the weather gods began to slip a little. The clouds I had noted earlier on the S & W horizons obscured any useful viewing there. We gave Messier a rest and played around Cepheus for a while. Here are the notes from our log: Found Comet Hoenig in Cepheus – a faint fuzzball (no tail)` best seen with averted vision at 21mm. NGC 7789 – Often called The Magnificent Cluster: collection of uniformly bright (mag. 10ish stars) in a hexagonal grouping. Pleasant cluster with numerous strings and a couple of brighter individuals. Mu Cephi - "Herschell's garnet star": easy to spot naked eye, but has a bright golden sparkle to it in the scope. (I later read that it's diameter is larger than Saturn's orbit!) IC 1396 - An emission nebula containing a cluster with a pretty triple star system in the middle. The center star (HD 206267) is white and largest, closely flanked by two smaller blue stars. According to The Night Sky Observer’s Guide, this object is usually the domain of scopes 12” or bigger. Lon’s 12.5” Starmaster had a digital setting circle attachment. He showed us the Blinking Nebula. An hour after midnight, the seeing had deteriorated so much that I looked for a partial Moon. It was time to pack it in. DAY
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![]() Tent poles rang like church bells in the dry Sunday morning air. Buoyant on a bed of haze, the Sun promised to cook any laggards so we fried the last of the bacon and joined the exodus. . ........![]() We bid our new friends safe journeys and expressed hopes of being neighbours next year. A couple more pictures to finish the roll and we were on our way. The drive back to Grimsby took an uneventful, yet pleasant, 2 hours and 15 minutes. Copyright -
Glenn Muller, 2002
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