I took a mini road trip to Whiskeytown Lake to see the eclipse:

As the eclipse edged closer to annularity, the crowd swelled excitedly around the telescopes. I wasn’t the only adult with a childlike gleeful grin on my face. Closer and closer, the dark disc of the Moon slid across the Sun, now breaking away from the edge, first a lopsided curve, then the perfect ring, as the spectators cheered, “Wow, there it goes!” “It’s so beautiful!” A young girl next to me, turning earnestly to her mother, gasped, “I’ll never, ever forget this!”

Read the rest here: Chasing the Ring of Fire