It's a bird...a plane...
Nope. It was an Atlas V rocket. Though I stood thirteen miles away when it launched in Florida I could still see it. But, most importantly, I
felt it. The sound of that rocket launch was enough to vibrate within your bones.
Interesting fact: Within 800 feet of a rocket launch the sound alone will kill you. The rest of Florida was an absolute blast.
I camped while I was there in a relatively small campsite location. It was right on the lake and offered a gorgeous morning view. Of course, come Saturday when a troup of religious individuals decided to set up a circle spot and sing along to a guitar the joy and beauty of the view was slightly marred.
I went swimming in the ocean and, while I enjoyed every minute of it, imminent methods of my potential forthcoming doom and death swam in my head. Bug - eaten by a shark. Bug - devoured by a giant crab. Bug - ...Wait, was that a stingray?
There was a stingray on the wave coming right toward me!
...While a beautiful view of nature in action I still felt the overwhelming urge to return to shore and my buggy little butt boogied back to land.
And the Leu Gardens were gorgeous. 50 acres of gardens - rainforest, swamp, desert, and roses. Truly a magnificent experience.
But, most importantly, the science center was phenomenal. Four stories of interactive science. Tesla coil. Tesla coil + Nightbug. Does anyone see where this could be going?
Unfortunately, this good thing came to an end. I returned to work. Ah. Work. My day has consisted of very nearly committing massive scales of office homicide, being named the official Office Ninja, having attempted to outrun the coworker that got a new video taking telephone (there are now several videos of me flipping off my coworker on his phone) and learning that my car (my bug mobile - sniff) has a slight ailment - the wheel bearings are shot on the right hand side (possibly front and back).
I think I want to go back and take my chances with the stingray.
