Once in a blue moon, along Drayton Passage, we are treated to a show as spectacular as a summer moon rising.
Last night’s moon snuck up on my lovely bride and I. We were in our family room toasting her birthday with glasses of sparkling wine when the biggest moon I have seen in a while appeared in the horizon.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” my lovely bride stammered, “look at that moon.”
Anderson Island’s treeline was still aglow from the light of the dying day with Mount Rainier looming bright and crisp above, when the moon began its ascent south of the mountain’s barely covered top.
Still, this was just a preview of Friday night’s show.
According to modern folklore, the website science.nasa.gov says, the second full moon in a month is “blue.”
“Usually months have only one full moon, but occasionally a second one sneaks in,” the website says. “Full moons are separated by 29 days, while most months are 30 or 31 days long; so it is possible to fit two full moons in a single month.”
On average, the website says, this occurs every two and a half years.
We stood on our deck mesmerized by the magnificent orb, flutes and cameras in hand.
“That is so beautiful,” my lovely bride said.
Indeed it is.
Good morning Longbranch.