I learned something surprising in my Beginning Astronomy
class: I am really good at celestial interpretation. In fact, I probably could have tested out if
there was a Final Exam Of The Certified Space Explorer.
I had pre-fretted needlessly about my inability to comprehend
not only fiery fireball hugeness, but
those distances and speeds you need to travel for a decent firsthand glimpse at
a real star.
My brain shuts down with giant numbers.
It shuts down with teeny numbers, too. A chemistry professor once mentioned out loud that nobody had ever actually seen
an electron. Pppsssshhhhht. And I had to memorize its weight for the test? I don't
think so, Professor Weirdo. I am ordering
my brain to stop listening now!
I showed him.
But stars are so easy
to figure out since they connect to form comically disproportionate characters.
I believe an impromptu constellation-naming party broke out
during a cave person camping trip. Why
would cave parents take their cave children outside of the cave to camp, you
ask? For the same reason my Wyoming
parents took their Wyoming children outside of our mountain range to camp.
Cheap fun.
Before 'safety experts' paved everything but the water
coming out of Old Faithful, you could drive right up to the geyser and pitch your
tent under the pine trees.
I make that sound easy - but our tent was one of those extra-thick
canvas varieties, lined with brass grommets that doubled as weapons. Atilla The Hun's parents hauled these tents
over the Alps on elephants when their family headed for campout fun in Italy.
The tent weighed more than our station wagon, so our arrival
was heralded by sparks as the back bumper rode in on the asphalt. We cruised through Yellowstone Park's South
Entrance and rich tourists in Airstream trailers reported a rusted rocket ship landing
in slow motion.
I'll never figure out how my father put that tent up. The pole supports had very recently been actual
trees, and none of us was strong enough to help. He'd be wrapped in diesel-fuel-oil-smelling
canvas, using brute strength and Dad Magic to balance several poles inside
while simultaneously pounding stakes into the ground outside. Mom hummed and built a little campfire to
boil the coffee grounds she'd sewn up in tiny cotton sacks for the trip.
Dad loved coffee.
Another thing about Yellowstone back then was that there
were lots of bears.
We hoisted our food into trees at night, or stored it in a green
metal cooler that was dented from being rolled around by bears. We learned not to panic when a bear meandered
through the campground - there were plenty
of dumb people who forgot to secure their stuff.
One year my sister Beverly brought a friend who secretly stashed
cookies under Beverly's pillow and waited for the adults to fall asleep.
The friend fell asleep.
The next morning we thanked our lucky stars that we were
camped next to even dumber people
than Beverly's friend, so the bears had even easier pickings. I still shudder
knowing my world was only one gingersnap-stuffed baggie away from being minus
four adorable nieces.
But even after meeting Beverly's dumb friend, sleeping under
the stars did not scare me early on. My
sister Jenny and I stared up through the trees and pointed out all the Big
Dippers. There were hundreds of
them! There was a massive die-off at
some point, because now we only have a Big one and a Little one.
Camping Cave Dwellers stared at the night sky and named star
groups depending on their own personalities.
Paranoid? Yeah, you're
right. That looks like a poisonous
scorpion. Contented? Oh, look!
There's a beautiful woman holding a huge jug of fresh water. And so on.
I'll never forget the year we attended a special Park Ranger
Campfire Chat. The ranger was
distressed. Please, he begged the campers, stop
dipping your children in honey to get pictures of them being licked by bears.
WHAT?? I demanded to know why our parents didn't love
us enough to get super-cute pictures
with bears!
The ranger whined on.
Do not line your car antenna with
marshmallows for the bears and set your baby on the hood for a home movie.
I stopped listening for two reasons.
One - marshmallows were my favorite things in the world at
the time and I would never have
shared however many fit on a car antenna with anything, including a bear, even
for a home movie. Two - I had no idea
what a home movie was.
But it was much harder to fall asleep that night. Jenny and I saw the stars more clearly since
our pupils had refused to un-dilate after the crying ranger talk. All those Big Dippers turned into Killer
Pisces and Libra Gone Bad.
We moved into the tent and let the fuel oil fumes lull us
into a safer sleep.
My Beginning Astronomy teacher was intimidated by my innate
knowledge. She had never noticed how
closely Capricornus resembles a bikini bottom, or that Virgo looks eerily like
'Lectronimo, the little robot dog that visited The Jetsons.
I'll offer to help teach this class if the instructor ever returns
my calls, and I will give the scary stars friendlier names. I'm not blaming the Camping Cave Families,
mind you. They had no way of knowing
their prehistoric get-the-kids-to-sleep game would stick around long enough for
paper and Galileo to be invented.
I shall start by changing Ophiuchus ("Coffin") to
Postaralus (it's a dead ringer for a rural mailbox). And why not change the Orion cluster to match
what it exactly resembles? The Celestial VitaMix. It does not get less scary than that.
My dad resides in the heavens now, and I know he'll help out
with a really big tent if renaming
stars becomes my post-retirement hobby.
When I get the green light, I'll send Save-the-Date
postcards for my class: "Holy
Hercules Dipped In Honey, Astro, There's An Ursa In The Marshmallows!"
Cheap fun.
(Nothing to do next
Friday? Wrong! Come back and learn all about why I am quite
certain you have Lyme disease. Or
something.)
Why are you up at 4AM? HUGS JC
ReplyDeleteI can somewhat relate to your camping memories, except that my Dad never actually owned a tent or even a tarp to drape over our heads...we did, fortunately, have sleeping bags or blankets to lie on.
ReplyDeleteI just love the way that you tell a story!
Another great read...Thank you so much for sharing.