At 4:00am I was woken by my wife who dutifully fulfilled her obligation to disturb my rest in order to view the night sky.
Tamara, Michele H., and I stepped outside and instantly observed several falling stars. The display was enough to motivate us to get in a car and head towards open country.
The first thought was to head down Rt. 15 toward Danny’s old residence: the Bullrun Castle. The only thing that stopped me was the thought of a sleepy and gun-wielding John wondering what trespassers were in his driveway.
Instead, we bailed out onto a small road, pulled the car over, and watched until 5:30am-5:45am.
From what we could tell, the shooting stars fell all around us at the full 360-degrees. They were more spectacular closer to the horizon. At least three were excessively bright with long lasting, thick trails of fiery sparkles.
We returned home, warmed ourselves by the fire, and quaffed hot coco.