It's a good moment in life when you actually get a do-over. In 1999, I spent the summer at the University of Florida at a science teacher program and one of our field trips was attending a shuttle launch. It was a several hour drive away but we were at that closest place you can be and it was the first mission with a woman commander. It was scheduled for ~12:30am, so exciting, the countdown is happening...and it aborted with 4 seconds to go. Talk about your launchus interuptus! We drive back to UF and the next night a bunch of us drove back. It was delayed a long time and finally scrubbed because of lightning. We drive back to UF. The next night a group goes back and I was just so exhausted by this point I didn't go. Of course it launched and everyone talked about how amazing it was. I know this sounds crazy but missing that launch has been an honest-to-god Regret in my life. My husband is working in Florida at the moment so I am spending the summer here and we are 90 minutes from the launch site. It's been my only goal this summer, to see the last launch. Well, I was there today and I saw it and I cried and cheered with the other million people there and I can strike that off my very short list of regrets. The weather could have cooperated more but what the heck, it was spectacular. I wish the pictures were better.

My husband who cannot stand crowds almost turned tail and ran at this point.


We got about a 30 second view and then it was lost in the clouds. Many hours of driving and waiting for 30 seconds? Hell yeah, it was worth it.