Saw the Perseids meteorite shower in August, 1970 from Angel Lake, a glacial tarn in the eastern Humboldt range of northeastern Nevada. Dark desert sky at altitude. It was beyond all my expectations. After awhile it was so intense that I thought I was having an acid flashback from the trip I took the previous summer on July 20th, when they landed on the moon. I rolled Bull Durham from a pouch into Rizla white papers, smoking cigarette after cigarette trying to straighten my head out some. It really didn’t help. Instead I began to feel exactly what was happening. I was standing on a big rock in the middle of a desert at over 8,000 feet, just below the snowline, and rushing through space at fantastic speed, straight into chunks of a comet that were burning up in the atmosphere.
