We heard dire tales of 34-car pile-ups on the intergalactic nightmare called the Queen Elizabeth II highway so like the clever space travelers that we are, we darted around on the more scenic, and practically empty, secondary space lanes.
The sky around us was particularly tumultuous, filled with beautiful mists and billowing waves of vapor. Yet we escaped without a drop of precipitation falling on us, and nothing but clear roadways, although we could see evidence of the previous night’s deluge of snow and rain.
And finally a safe landing at Vulcan where we disguised the noble Enterprise as a tourist attraction and drove the last hour to Lethbridge.
A lovely space trek on an interesting meteorological day.
