![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
A quet, tiring day...
Jul. 30th, 2006 11:56 amThe rocket was rolled out to the upper stage fueling station this morning, and as our bus left the hotel area to take the a substantial number of people to the "Podlipki dalnye" zone of relaxation, we had to pull over to the side of the main drag to allow a convoy consisting of some security vehicles and a military truck hauling a big, blue tank (blue = oxidizer) to go by.
The zone turned out to be the same place I visited during the Intelsat campaign, as described in this post. There was no evidence of Buran, the old dog that hung around during our last visit, but there was a black lab mix going around making friends. The food was plentiful and folks had a good time. I went for a little stroll and found the Syr Daria river about 100 yards from our site.
On the way back, I heard a commotion down by the end of the lake (I suspect part of an old ox-bow lake) where folks were swimming and driving pedal-powered catamaran boats. One of the boats had overturned, which I found surprising, as there were nearly a dozen guys trying to right the thing, with several of them doing it while standing on the dock or the shoreline. What surprised me was, given the stability of such boats (and the difficulty associated with righting it), how did it overturn in the first place?
We got back around 6:30 pm, just in time for dinner.
There was a request on the part of one of the folks coordinating the show for the photographers, who have been imported from Moscow, to take a picture of the word "ПРОТОН" ("PROTON"), which is outlined in brick and filled with flowers and located next to 92A-50. (I posted a picture of it last year.) Just for laughs, I hit Google Earth to see if it was visible in the data available from Google. Here's what I got, presented under the doctrine of "fair use":
Speaking of images, I've got probably a week's worth of various shots taken at different times on my camers, and will probably work with them tomorrow in between supporting the fuel loading operation. Tuesday morning, I am scheduled to ride the train from the fueling station out to the launch pad, starting at oh-dark-thirty. I have no complaints, mostly because I signed up for this kind of work and actually have not been subjected to weird hours too often so far.
Apropos of which, I should probably go to sleep.
Cheers...
The zone turned out to be the same place I visited during the Intelsat campaign, as described in this post. There was no evidence of Buran, the old dog that hung around during our last visit, but there was a black lab mix going around making friends. The food was plentiful and folks had a good time. I went for a little stroll and found the Syr Daria river about 100 yards from our site.
On the way back, I heard a commotion down by the end of the lake (I suspect part of an old ox-bow lake) where folks were swimming and driving pedal-powered catamaran boats. One of the boats had overturned, which I found surprising, as there were nearly a dozen guys trying to right the thing, with several of them doing it while standing on the dock or the shoreline. What surprised me was, given the stability of such boats (and the difficulty associated with righting it), how did it overturn in the first place?
We got back around 6:30 pm, just in time for dinner.
There was a request on the part of one of the folks coordinating the show for the photographers, who have been imported from Moscow, to take a picture of the word "ПРОТОН" ("PROTON"), which is outlined in brick and filled with flowers and located next to 92A-50. (I posted a picture of it last year.) Just for laughs, I hit Google Earth to see if it was visible in the data available from Google. Here's what I got, presented under the doctrine of "fair use":
Speaking of images, I've got probably a week's worth of various shots taken at different times on my camers, and will probably work with them tomorrow in between supporting the fuel loading operation. Tuesday morning, I am scheduled to ride the train from the fueling station out to the launch pad, starting at oh-dark-thirty. I have no complaints, mostly because I signed up for this kind of work and actually have not been subjected to weird hours too often so far.
Apropos of which, I should probably go to sleep.
Cheers...
