A little after 6:00 AM Pacific Standard Time, there I was in the pitch black in a bathrobe and garden shoes, looking north westward, camera in hand, shaking erratically from the cold. The last refrain I heard as the door snapped shut was "You won't get anything without a tripod." "No time," I shouted back. If only the earth would stand still for a minute, and the clouds stop moving and the eclipse hold on just for a second I might catch IT.
The only thing missing from this report is the sound of my teeth chattering.
