In the 28 days we stayed at Jojoba Hills, we often found ourselves looking up — or out — at the sky.
In the morning we pushed aside the curtains to see the pale light over the mountains…
…during the day we walked under blue skies …
…or watched the storms roll in.
One morning we awoke to see snow on the surrounding ridges…
(Oh! Did I forget to mention the awesome hot tub at our new place?!?)
But sometimes there is just no taking a picture of the most amazing sight of all. In this case, we happened to be at an ideal location when the International Space Station flew overhead.
We stood outside where it was too dark for photographs (at least with our cameras), worrying that the clouds might sneak in and cover our view, and waited, watching in this direction and then that direction. Along the horizon (such that it is when you’re surrounded by mountains) and high in the sky.
We spotted dozens of airplanes and started to wonder if we had missed it.
Then, coming fast — faster than a jet can fly, I think — high overhead — a bright light like a planet or star or — yes, the Space Station! — came in our direction.
We stood riveted in the chilly air, watching it come closer and closer until it soard right over us!
In another minute or so, it was gone from sight.
I couldn’t help thinking that there were people up there, in that smidgeon of light, people from three different countries working together to understand this fathomless universe we all call home.
It was the most amazing thing I’ve seen. I didn’t want it to be over so fast. I stood staring into the darkness after it, wishing it would U-turn and come back.