…by Anura Guruge
That really was serendipitous. I checked the forecast last night and it had rain and clouds for us most of the day.
We were coming back from Boston. It was raining, at times hard, in Manchester. As we got towards Alton I could see some patches of blue, but there were huge, dark rolling clouds and the sun was obscured. But, as we turned up Prospect Mountain Road, off Route 28 (just past Halfmoon Lake), I caught a glimpse of the Sun. I knew the transit started for us in NE at 6:14 pm. 1/4 way up Prospect Mountain is an abandoned development site with all the trees gone. Got my wife to drive up there — since it has a perfect, hardtop road going into. I had taken the precaution putting my two pairs of eclipse glasses, from the December 2000 eclipse, into the van — just in case. We jumped. Put on the glasses.
Bingo. Could see it at once, right up at the top, near 1 o’clock. We all go to see it.
We came home and unloaded the van. We had left at 5:30 am for Boston to spend the day with my father who was visiting Boston for the day on a Bermuda cruise. That was fun. We even managed to get in two televised interviews in Cambridge, may father being somewhat famous.
The sun peaked out again. I went out with the glasses. Some neighbors walked by with their dog. Showed them the transit. They were impressed. The kids got to see it again around 7pm. So I am thrilled. We got to see the transit. I was bummed that I was going to miss it. It really was serendipity — a word that gets its origins from my country of birth, Serendib >> Ceylon >> now Sri Lanka.