Thursday, September 08, 2005

The view from Husband Hill

Someday humans will stand on Husband Hill, where Spirit rests today after its long trek and perilous climb. By then, that little space craft's tracks will have been erased by the Martian wind, but the view will be pretty much the same. There is a grandeur in this dusty landscape, a pristine inanimate innocence, as if we were standing on Earth on the second day of creation. Still, I suppose all of us who grew up with Flash Gordon secretly harbor a wish that the cameras on Spirit would spy out there in the Martian plains the spires and domes of a glistening alien city.