Seven years ago we stood here at the Palmer Lookout waiting with pregnant expectation for that orange globe to rise above the eastern horizon.

Tonight the faces we are sharing the evening with have changed but the expectation had not. We all new what to expect, the eclipse would be well underway, midway between umbral and penumbral shadow as the moon rose above the landscape below.

It still it came as a surprise as that that blood moon to be emerged from the haze on the horizon.