Earlier today, millions of Americans flocked to a strip of land about 70 miles wide, stretching from Portland, Oregon to Columbia, South Carolina, to view a once-a-decade total solar eclipse.
Now the totality is over, and everyone is trying to go home. And as these screenshots from Google maps demonstrate, it's causing traffic jams on North-South interstates throughout the path of the totality:
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Our staff is sharing its eclipse stories and photos from today. The post will be updated as more come in.
OAKLAND, Calif.—Oakland and the surrounding Bay Area are well-known for morning fog, particularly in the summertime. So despite having two telescopes and the helpful staff at the Chabot Space & Science Center, the clouds unfortunately didn’t cooperate. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop hundreds of people from gathering along the observation deck, near the historic telescopes named Leah and Rachel. Most people had brought protective eyewear or had made pinhole boxes, but with the cloud cover blocking the Sun anyway, they quickly figured out that they wouldn’t be able to see the Sun with them on. Attendees squealed and yelped with joy as they attempted to view what was left of the Sun peeking out from behind the Moon and the thick white cloud cover. Your correspondent caught a few glimpses of the partially eclipsed and cloud-covered Sun for just a few moments.
Meanwhile, my sister-in-law, Kelly Guyon, 28, who traveled north from Oakland, California, to Madras, Oregon, to observe totality, has declared herself an “eclipse chaser” now.
Mikey doesn't look up as he says, "The canon needed ammo."
"You did that without me?" Frank protests, and then catches himself, because his oranges. Though, that doesn't explain the fake bacon.
"We experimented with aerodynamics, to see if a tail made a difference," Mikey says, as if he's tapped into Frank's thoughts. Hell, maybe he has. Deciding to test that theory, Frank starts to think about Gerard - in detail and glorious close-up. Mikey stops texting, looking thoughtful. "We're trying real bacon next time, to see if density makes a difference. And that's fucking disgusting."
"What is?" Gerard asks, stumbling into the lounge. He's pulled on yesterday's - last week's - last month's - outfit and is scratching at his balls through his jeans, his eyes mostly closed.
"Frank was thinking about you naked," Mikey says, going back to his frantic texting, and then, "Pete says next time think harder."
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