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| This is not the SpaceX launch on Dec. 21, 2015; this was July 18, 2016. But still pretty. |
I remember the
evening of December 21, 2015 well. The winter solstice brought new
life into my world with the birth of my daughter Josephine on
December 20. As I stepped foot into motherhood, the space industry
stepped foot into a new era of reusable rocketry.
It has been a guessing game
for spectators up to that point: will SpaceX succeed in launching a
Falcon 9 rocket to orbit and successfully land a spent booster back
on the ground, upright, asking to be refurbished and reused? Before
each launch, probabilities were discussed and bets were taken. And
each time, we watched with disappointment as our collective hopes ended in a
fiery collapse.
But maybe this time
was different. Past technological successes proved that it was
feasible. Blue Origin, Masten Space Systems, NASA, and others had demonstrated launch and landing of a vertical rocket. But this was
the first orbital attempt of its kind, the first time a rocketeer
dared to direct a spacecraft to circle the Earth, make a delivery,
and return intact to Earth where it left minutes before.
Space is always in my
heart and on my mind. I had not forgotten about the rocket launch in
my sleep-deprived new mom hustle. I barely knew what day it was, but
I knew the exact time SpaceX was scheduled to launch from Cape
Canaveral, Florida. However, from my hospital room in Melbourne an
hour south from the launch activity, I was barely aware of what time
it was! Exhausted and in love, I cuddled my newborn and counted down
the hours until the hospital would release us home.
A passenger in my
husband's car as we drove north on US-1, my primary concern was
comforting my passionately upset daughter who I would soon learn
hated everything about car rides. Through the baby's screams and my
brain's own screams for rest, I noted the time and looked east. There
was the fireball rising in the dark night sky, ascending more quickly
than I could capture it with my phone's camera. The result was a
blurred image with an equally bright streetlight detracting from the photo's brilliant subject. Normally I would have been bummed to miss
photographing a launch, but at that moment, it was far down on my
list of priorities.
Time was lost to me
again as we arrived home. I unbuckled my tiny daughter from her car
seat and lifted her above the driveway of her new home. And I heard
it: two sonic booms. I quickly checked the news on my phone and
cheered – they had done it! The SpaceX team had successfully landed
the first stage Falcon 9 booster back down at Cape Canaveral. I, and
to a limited extent my one-day-old child, had witnessed history being
made. Knowing me, I probably cried a little at the beauty.
I ask you, is it too
much to call this new era of rocket reusability the era of Josephine?
