This weekend was supposed to be the Perseid meteor shower, but the moon is fairly bright right now and the viewing isn’t the best.  Nevertheless, I decided it would be fun to try to see some shooting stars.

So we sent out after dark and drove over to this walking path we have that leads to the top of a big hill, where we could get out of the trees.  On the way there, Mason asked if we could stay in the car so the flaming rocks wouldn’t hit us.  I had to tell him that it wouldn’t be like on his Dinosaur movie, where the meteors come blazing down and start things on fire.

Once we got there, we made it to the top of the hill with only a few trials related to fear of the dark, and then I just laid on my back and everyone used my stomach or shoulders as pillows to watch for shooting stars.  We didn’t see a single meteor, but we did hear crickets and other things that frightened the kids.  So we eventually left empty handed and got home and saw a raccoon trying to get into our garbage can.  It wasn’t a shooting star, but the kids thought it was every bit as much fun to see a raccoon as a meteor.