Captain’s Log, Stardate 100618 “We’re dead in the water. That,” I said, pointing to the umbilical linked to our dock, “is the only thing keeping us alive.” The situation since Farpoint Bronson had become dire. Our dilthium crystals drained, our… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 092918 Having barely escaped our encounter at Farpoint Bronson, we set a course for Federation space. As we departed, our antimatter clones watched with interest, their minds calculating, conspiring, but what? Our impulse engines humming just outside… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 092218 Without so much as an echo on the scanners, neither the First Officer nor our Science Officer will offer their opinion on the ghost ship sighting. But I am certain enough that I am adding it… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 091518 We’ve arrived at the edges of Federation space, transiting through the Dakotas into Northern Minnesota. It is a strange sight to watch the last of the stars slip off the bow and then stare into a… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 090818 Late last week we entered orbit around a lush, wet world known to the native populations as Blue Earth. Disappointingly, the soil is of the brown variety and not blue as advertised, but it is still… Read More ›
Last weekend we managed to squeeze in a trip in Discovery. We found a hidden gem of a state park only three hours outside the summer kiln of Dallas / Fort Worth. We lounged lakeside enjoying the thrill of doing… Read More ›
For our latest trip in Discovery, I wrote a fairly general post about encountering difficulties along the way. I’d meant to give my typical Captain’s Log entry (or First Officer…there’s likely some debate and a brewing mutiny) but as… Read More ›
Every day on the road with Discovery we learn something new. For instance, did you know the side mirror is exactly six feet off the ground? I’m six foot two… I’ve been bludgeoned by this reality multiple times now. Each… Read More ›
Tomorrow we drive to Minnesota for my son’s college orientation, our first real road test. Nine hundred and thirty eight miles, the oracles at Google tell us we’ll be on the road for 13 hours and 45 minutes. Unfortunately, they… Read More ›
Toughest job on Discovery at the moment likely belongs to our communications officer. As mentioned, we aren’t on perpetual vacation. We still need some way to pay for this adventure plus our recent graduate’s college tuition. To make that happen, we… Read More ›
RUSS LINTON 