All, A man named Tracy Hickman contacted me by email wondering where he and his wife could best view an ISS pass. Their friend was aboard. I passed his message along to Patrick, knowing Patrick would be able to give them an abundance of information. They followed Patrick's advice and sent back the following thanks. It is a delightful account, so I asked for and received Tracy's permission to post it here. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. -A Dear Friends; My wife Laura and I awoke early this morning and bundled ourselves and our equipment up as quietly as we could so as not to awaken guests staying at our home. We found our parkas in the dark, grabbed my Skyscout and our laptop and drove out of the driveway at 6:30 am. We were hunting the International Space Station ... and our friend Richard Garriott. We drove over to the ridge just south of our Eastlake section of Daybreak. It runs west from the new temple and gives us an elevated view across the southern valley. It was cold this morning ... around 38 degrees ... but we were bundled up and prepared to face it. I found a likely spot along the ridge, we parked and got out of the car. I was astonished to look up and see all the stars that I had been studying over the last week in preparation for this event. There was Sirius, bright as could be, and all the stars of the Canis Majoris constellation. I checked the star sightings with my Skyscout and then we got back in the car (no sense in staying out in the wind and cold any longer than necessary) while I checked the Starry Night software for the star locations against the projected path of the ISS. Then, with about two minutes to go and satisfied that I had the proper coordinates, we ducked back out of the car and walked out onto the cold grass of the ridge, hoping as the dawn began to brighten in the east that we might see some dim flicker of the station as it passed. Laura gasped in astonished surprise and pointed. "Is that it?" Exactly where I had told her to look, the International Space Station was climbing into the star-studded sky. No dim flicker this; it was a brilliant, blazing star rising swiftly and steadily above the horizon. It was one of the most glorious things I have ever seen. Laura and I stood on that ridge in awestruck wonder as our friend Richard soared above us across the heavens. We watched him for nearly five minutes as he crossed the sky, the station fading as it crossed into the dawn, vanishing only as it flew into the brightness of the morning twilight. Your advice of yesterday proved absolutely invaluable to us. You put us in the right spot for the event with everything we needed to know. Thank you; you helped change our lives. It asks a little of us here. It asks of us a certain height, So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid. -- Robert Frost / 1947 / Choose Something Like a Star Clear skies to you all; Tracy Hickman