Update #28: We are at 80% funding with today and tomorrow to reach the goal! https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/2055866158/goodnight-moon-base/posts/3263019?ref=android_update_share
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Moon facts, and mining facts which dovetail nicely with Dennis Wingo’s foundational book “Moon Rush.”
The Centarus “A” galaxy is a little over 13 million light years away from our own Milky Way galaxy. At about 43 degrees southern declination, it’s seen best by those down under, notably radio telescopes in Australia. Very long jets spew out, eventually reaching millions of light years in length, like a pair of outstretched arms, though not welcoming ones. Anton Petrov weaves the tale in short order, as he does so well.
This is the craft which attained 95085 ft above mean sea level (MSL) in 2011. That broke the altitude record for dirigible flight. Here we see it at that apex. It descended on five parachutes and one remaining balloon.
It’s not a UFO. Several classes of ascenders.
Why can’t aliens hear our radio signals? Too far away. Or, no one there to listen? Is planet Earth like a snowflake among planets? No two flakes are alike. But maybe life can arise elsewhere. But has it? And if, so how close to our solar system?
Books like Goodnight Moon Base give us the best viewpoint for encouraging youth to make the moon a better place.
Here’s a complete nutshell of the Pongsat space program of free student experiments.
Away 97 and 98 were launched from Area Trombone in the middle of the Nevada desert. The music of the spheres accompanies us on the journey to the final heights where the sky is dark, and the earth is curved. A medium wild ride on the way down. Parachutes did deploy correctly. The final landing is the expected crash to the desert floor. The parachute slowed the craft sufficiently to prevent major damage to anything but the carbon frame members. The look of the high rack is its usual disheveled appearance after falling, to sleep in the sand like the proverbial white dove of the song Blowin’ in the Wind by Bob Dylan.