We spent this past Labor Day weekend down on the shores of Lake Conroe with Mom McMains and Chris. It was a great little getaway, combining lots of relaxing with a hike through the nearby Sam Houston National Forest, picnics, lots of good conversation, some swimming, several games of Carcassonne, a good bit of reading, and ultimately a visit to Space Center Houston. (Chris had unfortunately departed before the last stop to go pick up Becky, who was regrettably unable to join in the frivolity.)
While the whole trip was a treat, Space Center was definitely a highlight for me. We filed into the Mission Control room that had been used for decades while a septuagenarian narrator, who doubtless remembered it himself, described the moon landing. I went momentarily teary-eyed as he intoned “Houston, Tranquility Base here, the Eagle has landed.” Standing in the shadow of a massive Saturn V rocket was also a treat — it’s amazing how much vehicle and fuel it took to get that tiny little Apollo capsule where it was going. We also poked into a shuttle command cabin, saw the training facilities astronauts use, and heard about the Orion Crew Vehicles that will eventually replace the shuttle.
Houston, however, remains as hot, humid, and traffic-choked as ever. Liam enjoyed the Space Center so much that, upon noticing that season tickets would only cost an additional $2.00, asked if we could move down to Houston to take advantage of that. My response was so vehemently negative as to be nearly inappropriate for a family-friendly publication like this weblog.