Hoping John now has a great view of the entire NGC catalog from the other side...
Of course a picture with John wearing a classic AH Days tee shirt.
Sometime when Spring returns to Arunah Hill we'll have a memorial star gazing session.
We are sad to announce that longtime local astronomer and Arunah Hill member John Davis has passed away. His knowledge of the night sky was impressive. He will be missed. Rest In Peace John.
I want to thank Ray and Sue Burk and Joe Bernabucci for their efforts in helping to repair the summit road after last week’s storm washed out parts of it. It’s much better than it was but there are still some rough spots. We added a few more water bars to prevent some further damage.
For anyone planning on visiting Arunah Hill this fall, beware the road to the summit is badly rutted in spots from the recent rains. We are going to do some repairs to it this weekend but more work will probably need to be done. Proceed with caution.
The mostly clear skies and the Orionid meteor brought several people up to Arunah Hill both Friday and Saturday nights, including a group of grad students from UMass on Friday. We saw a few meteors but for the most part the shower was a bust. Friday the sky cleared out nicely after 1:00 AM and the four of us who remained spent the next 3 hours or so observing with the telescopes we had setup including the Arunah Hill 17.5". Saturday night high clouds wreaked havoc with the observing. We only had a brief 2 hour window of fairly clear skies but overall a nice fall weekend.
Cummington resident Richard Wilbur passed away this week at age 96. His poem "Out Here" captured the spirit of Arunah Hill:
Strangers might wonder why
That big snow-shovel's leaning
Against the house in July....
Has it some cryptic meaning?
It means at least to say
That, here, we needn't be neat
About putting things away,
As on some suburban street.
What's more, by leaning there
The shovel seems to express,
With its rough and ready air,
A boast of ruggedness.
If a stranger said in sport
"I see you're prepared for snow,"
Our shovel might retort
"Out here, you never know."