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The compass my father gave to me when I was a child. (2007)
Last week, while corresponding back-and-forth via e-mail, my dad helped me figure out some stuff regarding azimuths and such for my full moon photography I'm hoping to pull off in Barrow. There is a longer preamble to this project that I am dying to tell you, but I need to get some sleep before the alarm goes off at 4AM.
Anyway, in honor of my father for helping me with my planning, inspiring me to go to Barrow in the first place, and just being the cool guy that he is, I tore through stuff I had in storage last week so I could find a relic. The holy item I'm talking about is the compass he gave me when I was a child. And get this: It still works! Turns out that north is in about the same place it was when I was a kid.
Assuming I understand my dad's directions correctly, you can see that I already have the bearing set for where the full moon will break the horizon tomorrow night when Bobby and I are freezing our asses off three hundred miles inside the Arctic Circle and trying really hard to not attract the attention of any polar bears in the area.
Wish us luck!
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