NASA, and anything space related, especially vintage, is something we both really like. So a weekend trip to Florida to visit the space center at Cape Canaveral seemed like a good idea for our fifth anniversary. Neither of us had ever been before. It was the end of September, an escape to someplace tropical and warm before the cold winter months began.
My grandma told me she lived nearby for a few years before moving back to Michigan and would often see the rocket launches from her house. My grandpa was a NASA engineer. I wish he was still around so I could hear all his stories that I never got to hear.
Rockets from various eras of the space program sit in the Rocket Garden, towering over the space center museums. It’s crazy to see these giant things, and realize the amount of fuel needed to leave our planet.