As I relate in greater detail in the article beginning on page 7, I flew my Beech Debonair and some friends up to Houlton, Maine, and back in early April to view what the FAA termed the “Great North American Eclipse.” On the four-day roundtrip, the airplane racked up more than 20 tach hours and 2700 nm. And didn’t miss a beat.
The eclipse itself was somewhat anticlimactic—right up until it reached totality. The lightshow surrounding the moon’s black disc, viewable with the naked eye, was truly cosmic in nature. It’s something everyone should see, including the way the moon’s shadow swept across the cityscape, turning a sunny afternoon into evening, but only for a few short minutes.
