Three co-workers and I arrived in Los Angeles, California around mid-day on Wednesday of last week. After renting a Ford Edge, driving to Pasadena, checking into the hotel, unpacking, and eating lunch, we were ambivalent about getting ourselves involved in any lengthy tours, but we called our contact at
ITT, the contractor that runs the
Deep Space Network complexes and networking infrastructure. Our "tour guide" was Lu, one of the Network Operations Project Engineers with whom we occasionally speak in the course of our jobs. He showed us around their offices in Monrovia, where they have a Remote Operations Center and test facilities along with the standard rows of cubicles, all housed in the shiny facilities of a defunct dot-com. We were introduced around to more people than we could possibly remember. For dinner that night, we walked all around
Old Town Pasadena before settling on
Barney's Beanery.
On Thursday we attended a morning of presentations at ITT on how they support
DSN operations, from scheduling and resource allocation (there are thirtysome spacecraft—still including
Voyager—competing for time on the antennas) to radio electronics the likes of which I lack the background to understand much.
In the afternoon we toured
JPL. They've got a beautiful campus and a renovated Deep Space Operations Control Center (with plenty of room for press and VIPs). Outdoor snack bars dot the campus, reminding us how far sunny California is from temperate Maryland. From viewing galleries we took in high bay cleanrooms where
Kepler and the
Ocean Surface Topography Mission were being physically assembled. We made
de rigeur visits to the gift shop and the (web-invisible?)
von Kármán Museum. New to me since my last visit—when the auditorium had been converted into
a dining area—was a
Voyager display including a model of the spacecraft and visual and audio material from its evocative
golden record.
My companions were itching to go to
In-N-Out Burger to eat that evening, but I'd already eaten one meal that day at a restaurant whose cuisine I don't like, so I struck out on my own and found Masa, a sushi and sake bar. I enjoyed an oyster shooter, a crunchy spicy tuna roll, an interesting-if-not-genius salmon-and-mango roll, and a bottle of Kurosawa Jun-Mai Kimoto sake, which made the nigh-interminable wait for my bill a little more tolerable. Afterward I stopped by
Zephyr for a chai tea and some much-needed liberal company.

Friday was our day to go out into the
Mojave Desert and see the big antennas and related infrastructure that constitute
Goldstone Deep Space Communications Complex. From Pasadena/Monrovia it was a three-hour drive, but it didn't seem that long to me, maybe because the landscape was so interesting to watch. It wasn't as flat as I had expected. Apparently the rolling hills (combined with the geographic isolation) helps shield the complex from
radio spectrum pollution, to the extent that regulations like the ones that have created the
radio quiet zone near Green Bank, West Virginia, are unnecessary. Military activities nearby can interfere with the complex's communications, though, so the military is warned well in advance of any times during which especially critical spacecraft communications are scheduled to occur.
The two of us from the
New Horizons mission and two of us from
MESSENGER were joined on our tour, once we got there, by about fifteen people from
Kepler. Our guide told me my skirt and sandals would be a problem, which certainly wasn't something I anticipated. And being a six-hour round-trip drive from my suitcase, I was peeved—but only until a staff member of about my height and build lent me a pair of jeans, socks, and steel-toed sneakers.
The first antenna we visited was the biggest: the 70-meter dish. It was impressive. In addition to walking around it in awe, we donned hard hats and went up to a platform about two stories high outside and inside its "pedestal". (That's the part where open-toed shoes and a skirt would notionally have been problematic.) We saw the thin, greased shims that keep the structure level and a great many insulated cables. We were allowed to go inside the area inside the pedestal for a short time without hearing protection, but it didn't turn out to be very loud inside. We also got to go inside a small building next to the antenna where the signal processing (and control operations for the whole complex) happens. The control room there is where you can find the DSN operators with whom I talk during each communications session with our spacecraft in order to configure everything right.
After visiting the big antenna, we visited several 34-meter antennas with various sophisticated optics. I think our tour group was a bit too large for us to be able to follow the guide's explanations, so we mostly wandered around inside the equipment rooms underneath the antennas, gawking at the machinery, electronics, and
controls. Capping off our tour was a visit to their
maser laboratory.
For dinner we walked to
Cameron's Seafood, which was okay; the decor at least managed to be marine-themed without veering into Red Lobster kitsch. And that was it: the next morning we got up bright and early and headed to LAX for our flight home, which was late as well as uncomfortable, but it did get us home.