Kick the tires and light the fires

NASA astronauts Butch Wilmore and Suni Williams finally get off the deck on Wednesday, bound for the International Space Station. | Photo: NASA Television

Butch Wilmore and Suni Williams picked a fine day to get out of town. The temps at the Cape were headed for the century mark, and before the week is out I expect a few of us here in the Great American West would be happy to join them at the International Space Station, even if we’re light on luggage and have to drink our own wee-wee.

“A hunnerd-twelve in Vegas? I don’t wanna see Carrot Top that bad. They got a casino at the ISS?”

The Duck! City is under a heat advisory tomorrow — not Vegas bad, but bad enough — and though I’m still not 100 percent sinus-wise, I got out for a short snout-flushing trail ride this morning while temps were still in the 70s. We could hit 101° tomorrow, and I’d just as soon not add heatstroke to the sinus infection.

Could be worse, though. For instance, as we speak, weather-related boogeymen have kept Herself parked on the tarmac at Baltimore Washington International for two hours and counting. Southwest’s flight-status window shows her flight as “departed” — which I guess means, “taxied away from the terminal” — with touchdown in ABQ an hour later than originally intended.

Assuming her Boeing product ever gets off the ground, that is.

Jeez, we can put a man on the moon, but … well, actually, no, we can’t. Never mind.

• Late update: Charlie Pierce has some thoughts on Wilmore, Williams, and Boeing.

6 thoughts on “Kick the tires and light the fires


  1. Safe travels to Herself. Never been a fan of BWI, and I have flown in and out of there many times. If memory serves it was a really nice airport, but the timeliness of the flights was always an open question. My flying days are over, by choice. Unless there is an emergency in Seattle, I’m grounded.

    102 here tomorrow, but I’m glad I’m not in Phoenix. Is the Rio Grande still flowing there?

    1. I haven’t flown in … 10 years? Don’t plan to resume the practice, either. It combines all the joys of oral surgery, jailhouse cuisine, and trying to return a Christmas gift on Dec. 26, without a receipt.

      Yous guyses are gonna be on the griddle for sure tomorrow. Right this minute none of my widgets agree on the temp: The Subaru says 85°, Weather Underground favors 92°, the home gadget proclaims 99°, and the NWS won’t even spit out a number.

    1. I dunno, Paddy me boyo; haven’t been down that way in a while. Lacking El Vado Dam, as John Fleck notes, the river that runs through here mostly doesn’t, not without an assist from summer rains.

      Without the ability to store some of each year’s spring runoff for use in late summer and fall, the Rio Grande through Albuquerque is at the mercy of summer rains, without which it will dwindle to near nothing every year unless or until El Vado is fixed or we sort out alternative storage arrangements.

      Señor Fleck was just up in Alamosa, one of my old hometowns, and the Rio was still wet up to there.

  2. Last I heard, the Monsoon will be a Non-soon. It just keeps getting better.

    Hit the low 90’s up here today in the City Indifferent. Lets see low long this lasts.

    1. We topped out at 95° yesterday, 5° shy of the record. Meanwhile, Hal reports there’s still snow on the ground up to Leadville. He and Harrison are gonna be up there one or two days a week as the kid works part time for the Life Time bucket-listers. Those people have some damn thing going on all summer long.

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