BCoF's Virtual 50 State Bucket List

Alabama

         I believe I have finally arrived at the designated Huntsville. I will admit to dragging my heels and malingering. I saw no need to hurry, after all , my Huntsville is an easy forty-minute drive south of home here in Sundridge, Ontario, Canada. I've made that trip countless times. Been there. Shopped there. Dined there.

         Sorry, I am still recovering from a week of camping with my youngest daughter and a six and two year old. Discombobulated might describe my state of mind. Ah, I should have kept my eyes peeled for a Space Camp. The nearby Huntsville boasts many camps, but not one of those.

         Thank goodness my exhausted, twitching legs groan. Visiting Huntsville, Alabama in the virtual non-walking world is wonderful. We just survived stumbling along at Santa's Village and Whispering Pines Campground in Bracebridge, Ontario, Canada. Too much ho-ho'ing.

         Greetings fellow travellers! AmyJo-me, myself, and I WakeUpAndLive~lifestyle change StephBee Princess Megan Rose stephen.ret 🍀Krista☘️ Jellyfish -STOP THE WAR!✌️ Witchy Yule Woman What a fascinating place to meet up with y'all.

          I have attended many camps over the years, but never such a sprawling, hands-on one. We're exploring a city nicknamed Rocket City. I see there is a local hockey team, the Huntsville Havoc. Being from hockey country I take note of such similarities. I am somewhat reassured when I espy the Orthopedic and Spine Tower. We klutzes require back-up and occasional reconstruction.

         Finished with my scouting I choose to experience the moon shot. As I step up to the contraption that will sweep me off my trembling feet and sling me into the atmosphere, I verify this will have nothing in common with photography.

         Apparently, I am taller than the minimum height standard. I suppose this is a good thing? I am substantial enough to be hurtled into the air. I have prepared myself with a bit of pre-shot reading. I am to expect to be rocketed one-hundred and forty feet straight up in two-point-five seconds. I cannot possibly count that fast let alone find time to scream. There will be 4Gs of thrust upon launch. For a mere three seconds I can expect to feel weightless before I plummet in a 1G free fall. O-kay...

         As I am strapped into the brief-torture device I mumble a prayer. I take part in the classic countdown. Three, two, one, lift off!

          I do not remember breathing. Did I scream? Would that not have required inhalation and its opposite on my part? That G rattled around in my brain. Not golly or gee, or even goodness. God damn!!

         Did I experience weightlessness? Yes! Woohoo! If not for the seatbelt I believe I would've flown even higher.

         Alas, what goes up must come down. I'd like to believe that at least some of my weight remained separated/suspended from me indefinitely. Thank you Witchy Yule Woman for that sincere compliment. "You look lighter." Perhaps a daily dose of adrenaline rush should be incorporated into my life.