Timing is everything about the Moon Eclipses

Or is it?

Eclipses of the Moon

At about 3am Thursday morning here in SE Oz, there will be a lunar eclipse. I like to see them and have recorded a few. Used to amuse my better/other/now-gone half, Tarn, no end, me out in the cold trying to pet a picture or video of the event. I may get up or stay up? Or not. Been there, done that, and it will be a wee bit cold tomorrow, so the timing is a bit off. I once saw a brilliant eclipse of the moon, but did not recognise it immediately. As usual, I googled the timing- Easter 78, 77? Within 5 minutes, success. On ya NASA!

This is that story:

When:            Early Morning. March 24. 1978.

Where:          French Island

Why:              On a Hoadly Hide- a Senior Scout hiking adventure

What:             Strange happenings

Over the Easter Long weekend 1978, there was a hiking adventure for youth under the auspices of the Victorian Scouting movement. I was  the leader [supposedly] of five or six youths doing team activities to be completed for points towards an award. My younger brother and one of his peers Marty were on the team too. A natural sibling rivalry was still going on. These were done at places along a trail around the almost deserted island in the middle of Western Port Bay. Knot tying, construction, first aid, all those thing we had learnt over the last few years once a week and on camps in the wild were to be put to good use.

Late Good Friday night there were a few swigs of rum each, and spitting it into the camp fire to show off too, like BOOM! One of the older guys, Darren, was nearly 18 [or was 18?] actually managed to smuggle a bottle of bacardi rum in!  What was worse was that We probably finished it off by midnight, when most of us had settled down.  No-one was sloshed,  or maybe a little bit. I was one of the last to leave for my sleeping blanket, and was sitting at the fire’s edge, swapping between staring at the fire and the full moon. But I thought I was going mad. One of my first late teenager years binges and this was happening… the moon… the moon…

It was RED? Oi! I shouted a few times to rouse someone to make sure I was not seeing things or not stupid drunk- I wasn’t, but you never knew back then!

My first Eclipse of the Moon

So the timing was great, and amusing afterwards.

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About tone

Widowed exRigPigGeo 50yr old dad of 4 'teens', is doin' job raisin' kids, misses a lot of things. Family (close and extended) and Friends - an important part in our of life. Likes gadgets, speedsailing, reading (SF), geology/archeology, maps. Coffee monster- burnt out one espresso maker too many. Have to have plenty spare "moccona" in cupboard. Things I miss- Tarn. The rig life and income. A lot of sailing. Tarn.
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