Phoo
Observer
Star Date: 2017.1.7
Odometer: 0
Local Coordinates: 40.043055, -75.460540
Ship’s Log:
-Prologue-
It feels a little bit like standing near the edge of a cliff. Every spare minute of the past two months has been dominated by planning, preparation or just daydreaming about this trip. As I type up this first post in this log, that I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the opportunity to create, I’m just over three days out. That’s three days and one undoubtedly restless night before I pull chocks and light the engines on my tiny spacecraft, then make the jump to hyperspace.
At first, it was just a point on the horizon, but that cliff is now just precious inches away. The idea of a “point of no return” is largely an artificial construct, in my case. I could always scrub the launch if I really wanted to, but I won’t. Early Wednesday morning, I’m going head first over the figurative edge. The sudden deceleration at the end may not be terribly pleasant, but I think and hope that the ride will at least be interesting.
In the next three days, I have a little bit of vehicle prep ahead of me, some organizing of things into containers, some last-minute paperwork and then few hours to quietly contemplate the decisions that have led me to this point. For the next year (plus or minus), I’ll be taking a general break from my current existence to travel, explore, and experience. I will attempt to document my adventures here.
(Note – There’s a bit more to say here, and I’ll consider the next few posts as part of the same general entry)
Odometer: 0
Local Coordinates: 40.043055, -75.460540
Ship’s Log:
-Prologue-
It feels a little bit like standing near the edge of a cliff. Every spare minute of the past two months has been dominated by planning, preparation or just daydreaming about this trip. As I type up this first post in this log, that I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the opportunity to create, I’m just over three days out. That’s three days and one undoubtedly restless night before I pull chocks and light the engines on my tiny spacecraft, then make the jump to hyperspace.
At first, it was just a point on the horizon, but that cliff is now just precious inches away. The idea of a “point of no return” is largely an artificial construct, in my case. I could always scrub the launch if I really wanted to, but I won’t. Early Wednesday morning, I’m going head first over the figurative edge. The sudden deceleration at the end may not be terribly pleasant, but I think and hope that the ride will at least be interesting.
In the next three days, I have a little bit of vehicle prep ahead of me, some organizing of things into containers, some last-minute paperwork and then few hours to quietly contemplate the decisions that have led me to this point. For the next year (plus or minus), I’ll be taking a general break from my current existence to travel, explore, and experience. I will attempt to document my adventures here.
(Note – There’s a bit more to say here, and I’ll consider the next few posts as part of the same general entry)