I went to the campsite where the missing kid was last seen yesterday. It's open again and it was just a little bizzare to see families there as if nothing had happened. There were groups of searchers still combing the area. I like that they're being thorough. If my kid was missing, I'd want every rock and tree checked twice.
It was a long day and a longer drive than normal to get there. The drive home wasn't too bad. I was just happy to not have to over-night.
When I got home, Dellis (Action-Wife) had set a nice romantic mood for me. The candles were lit, I had a bite to eat, and we both had drinks. It was a perfectly peaceful way to end the day.
I have to get up and do it all again today.
(AW, please light the candles and pour me a drink. I'm sure I'll need it.)
Life in the woods.
Had my closest call in recent memory. I shouldn't miss liveshots (didn't, but it was close).
When I put this dish up, I should be able to find the satellite in less than two minutes if I'm in a rush. Two detours because of road construction and an accident put me in more than a rush. I won't panic because I know if the shot doesn't happen, it wasn't because I didn't know my job. We were in a remote part of the forest and the problem were the tall trees all around. I had to stow the dish and move to a spot with more open sky or we wouldn't be going on TV for the first afternoon newscast.
It was close. We were throwing up gear and making connections quickly. I found the satellite and did the fine tuning I need to do (more complicated than it might sound). We could hear the director calling for a picture and sound and we could hear the lead in show's closing credits. We go the talent in front of the camera. I fed the edited piece back to the station and we were ready to go with a minute or two to spare.
Much closer than I like, but the folks at home will never know how close.