The Internet ruined eclipses. In 1979, I knew of it months in advance because of my sister’s Astronomy magazines. There were a lot of clouds around Walla Walla and the Tri-cities that morning, but we found a spot (on a highway and side streets with very light traffic) with clear skies to the east. We were on enough of a rise to see the shadow of totality race towards us at 1000 mph.
In 2017, we drove to a small town along the path in Oregon at midnight and the family slept in the car until dawn. Had we needed to reposition in the last hour, we’d have been unable to. I’d have liked to remain for the hour after totality, but we left right after totality, rationalizing that the hour after is like the hour before. So we were at the leading edge of returning traffic and it only took an extra hour to get back to PDX for our flight home.
Similar to selfies at iconic spots like Angel’s Landing or Half Dome, we former knowledge elites have lost our edge to social-media-driven users.







