Launch of STS-134
May. 18th, 2011 01:44 pmWell, we managed it: I finally got to see a Shuttle launch. Yes, there was a two-week delay due to the failed APU during the first launch attempt, but the second attempt went off flawlessly, without any delays at all.
Deb and Amy both took photos of the 12 seconds or so we could watch (due to a low cloud ceiling immediately over the launch pad, it rapidly vanished from sight), and I'll probably arrange to post some of them once they're available. But really, the view isn't all that different from what you can see on TV or from any number of sources. Though it is easy, given cameras auto-adjusting brightness, to not really get a good feel for how *bright* the flame pillar is. Imagine the sun nearing the horizon, but not yet into the “big red ball” that is easy to look at stage. Rather, imagine it at the point when it just starts to become possible to look at it for more than a split second, but not really comfortable. That's about the right equivalent.
What you don't get — and barring both an incredible sound system and audio that they don't broadcast *can't* get — is the sound. Imagine a really, really *good* thunderclap, about a quarter to a half mile away. The sort that if it were right overhead, would have you hunting for clean underwear. Now imagine that sound going on for a good thirty seconds or more, solid, without getting any quieter. That's at 3-5 miles away (as close as they will let anyone get; out to roughly 1200 feet, the overpressure of the "sound" — shock waves, really — is enough to be lethal, and it will permanently deafen you well beyond that range).
And when it *does* quiet down, it isn't by much; it shifts into the deepest roaring rumble you can imagine, right down on the very edge of hearing. In fact, a fair portion of it is below "hearing", and is instead felt as a distinct "throbbing" of the volume rising and falling. That lasts for a good couple of minutes; you can still hear it — clearly! — when it is something well over 50 *miles* downrange.
To sum it up another way:
“Hey, we're going to strap you on top of the equivalent of a tactical nuclear warhead and light the other end, if everything works out it should fling you off the planet.”
A yield equivalent to kilotons of high explosives… by way of using kilotons of high explosives.