My muse returns today! That’s hot. The brunette steps off the plane looking fabulous as usual. Aly and I are both there to meet her.
The rules regarding well-behaved dogs in the airport aren’t clearly defined unless you can read the signs, which she can’t. So she politely curls up under the table as I get some tea.
The Pillar Point Air Force Station is out on the coast, about four miles North of Half Moon Bay.
In the 60’s, they actually launched rockets from this facility, but that’s not what it’s used for now. When I lived nearby, they had a huge dish for tracking rockets and missiles.
Now it’s got a brand new tracking mechanism, and I want a close look.
Having a dog with me helps me draw zero attention. I’m just a guy at the beach, not a space technology nutball, I swear. Oh no, she’s wandered closer to the tracking dome, silly dog. I’d better go get her.
Something you can’t see from far away is the neat tile pattern on the dome.
Aly reminds me that the tracking station is also right next to the beach, in case I’d forgotten.
Random assertion: Tracking rockets is complicated and expensive. If someone’s doing it, stay out of the way.
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