Friday, December 24, 2021
Issue 578: A Possum Swamp Christmas Eve 2022 ...
All I can say is “Merry Christmas, muchachos.” I know I’ve been remiss about getting new blog issues to you over the last couple of years. That did improve some this year, though, and I will see to it that continues into the new year. I am planning a series, in fact, on the Losmandy GM811 mount, which, despite it having been out for several years now, many are still curious about. And, no, I haven't forgotten The New Herschel Project, my quest to observe the Herschel 400 from my modest backyard.
But that’s next year. How about this year? How about now?
Even in the sparse years, 2019 – 2020, for the little old blog from Possum
Swamp, I have always managed to get the Christmas Eve edition out. And so it
is this Christmas Eve in the strange and alien Year of our Lord 2021.
What exactly is going on at the New Manse here on the
borders of the Great Possum Swamp this Yuletide? As you can imagine, it is a quiet
Christmas Eve. Until the plague well and truly takes its last bow, no festive Christmas
Eves like those of yore drinking Margaritas and eating fajitas at El Giro’s
Mexican restaurant—though there is still an El Giro’s, which is barely two
miles from Unk’s suburban digs. That will wait for next year (I hope).
What’s it like on this numinous day? Well, it don’t feel
very Christmassy. Now, I don’t expect a white Christmas in the Swamp, but I do expect
something with more of a Christmas feel than this. A glance at the weather
station display in Unk’s radio shack shows it’s 73F outside and climbing.
Whatev’. Unk will not let the cursed weather gods spoil his Christmas Eve.
You know what? In some ways, I’ve always preferred Christmas
Eve to Christmas. There’s that wonderful sense of anticipation of wonders to
come that maintains even in these latter days. And one of those wonders is one
of your old Uncle’s astronomy traditions. To wit, my Christmas Eve viewing of that greatest of all ornaments, M42, The Great Orion Nebula.
So, what was up with that this Xmas Eve? In the days leading
up to the glorious 24th, Unk had been purty derned sanguine, “Hell,
why not get the GM811 and C8 out into the back 40 and get started on the
articles about the mount?” But in addition to temps in the 70s and rising
humidity, the weather had brought clouds. Not in overwhelming
numbers at first, mind you, but they were flowing in from the southwest. So, the Losmandy,
C8, and laptop might be a bit much. But which scope wouldn’t be a bit much?
My beautiful little C90, "Stella." I’d been thinking I needed
to get her out of her case after the long, weary spell she’s spent in there.
And she’s about perfect for a humid, hazy night where the light pollution is amplified
and I only want to look at bright stuff anyhow. Under those conditions, her
90mm of aperture and f/11 focal length can surprise.
Miss Stella's optics still look good all these long years down the line. |
Many have been the permutations of Celestron's little (Gregory) Maksutov
Cassegrain. In addition to the orange tube, there’ve been black-tube models,
chrome-plated ones, rubber armored scopes, and the current dirt-cheap (f/14) Synta
version. It’s been a spotting scope, it’s been on fork mounts, it’s been sold
with GEMs. And most have been good little telescopes. The optics, including
those of the current bargain-basement model, have always been good—though you
often hear the opposite about the original orange-tube models.
There is a reason for that, campers, and it has nothing to
do with the telescope’s actual optical quality, but with its focusing method.
You see, the earlier C90s don’t focus by moving the mirror forward and back
like SCTs or the current Chinese C90. They focus by moving the corrector and
secondary forward and back. You twist the front part of the OTA to focus, not
unlike a camera lens.
That works well, but you have to learn to exercise a light
touch, or you get terrible shakes. Especially since the temptation is usually to
under-mount this small but long focal-length scope. Those “bad optics” are usually
due to owners not being able to attain sharp focus due to the shakes. Mount the
girl on a sufficient mount and you will see how sharp C90s can be. My own orange
tube is dead sharp with excellent optics.
Overkill? Not at Chaos Manor South it wasn't! |
The original telescope used the old Japanese Standard .965”
eyepieces. Since you won’t want to mess with those if you, like me, acquire one
of the original C90s, you have to rectify that one of two ways: With an adapter called an “LAR,” a Large Adapter
Ring, or with a hybrid .965” – 1.25” diagonal. I have an LAR and can even use
2-inch diagonals with the li’l C90, but most of the time there’s no reason to do that.
My (Scopestuff.com) hybrid diagonal is just fine.
So, I grabbed the C90 case out of the sunroom closet where
the astrostuff (sorry Rex) lives. And also, my SkyWatcher AZ-4 altazimuth mount,
which is perfect for the little gal. However, to mount my spotter-heritage C90,
which sports only a ¼-20 tripod block, on the AZ-4 I’d need a Vixen dovetail on the
scope. I have one from Orion that has an integral 1.25-inch bolt for easy mounting
to the OTA. But nowhere could it be found. I know I have it still—I saw it
not long ago—but where?
While, as my loyal readers know, I’ve divested myself of a lot of unused astrostuff over the last six years, I still have a lot. Including a heavy-duty William Optics Vixen dovetail with a captive 1/4 20tpi bolt. Way overkill for a C90, but it would work fine. Slapped that on the girl, mounted her on the AZ-4, and out to the backyard Stella went to wait for darkness and for Orion, who, according to Stellarium, would be high enough for a look by 8:00pm.
There was no denying that by 2pm the scent of skunk was in the
air. Clouds weren’t just flowing in; they were pouring in with the sky almost
totally overcast. I didn’t stress out. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been
cheated out of my M42 on Christmas Eve. But the Clear Sky Charts was still predicting mostly clear. Anyhow, if there weren’t even sucker holes by
your old Uncle’s (increasingly early) bedtime, I’d just bring Miss Stella back inside,
the work of maybe 5-minutes, one of the prime attractions of the little
critter.
So, Unk settled in with a bottle of sarsaparilla to watch television with the cats and see what would happen. I peeped out at the sky every once in a while. By 6pm, it was looking a small amount better, and I actually got a look at Jupiter in a sucker hole. Naturally, the seeing was dreadful, but Stella had no trouble showing the equatorial banding on the disk and four Galilean moons nicely spread out on each side of Jove. Then the clouds came again, and back inside I went.
Finally, it was 20 hours local. The sky had opened up a largish sucker hole in the Orion area and it was time. Best look I have ever had at M42? No, of course not--the drifting gangs of clouds saw to that. But it was there. My little telescope was showing the wonder to me, just as my Palomar Junior had showed it to me many, many long Christmas Eves ago. The clouds came, and the clouds went, and it was enough.
What more is to be said? Have a wonderful Christmas everybody. These are tough times, but steady as she goes. I'll be back here again, soon. I promise!
Nota Bene: Want some Christmas Eve Cheer in the old Chaos Manor South Tradition? This here is one of my favorites.
Nota Bene 2: I appreciate all your kind comments. Unfortunately, the university email system pretty much prevents me from replying to them. Feel free to email Unk direct, however.