We got there about an hour before the maximum, and there were a lot of other people already there, queueing up to peer through the at least six telescopes, and other assorted paraphenalia available to watch the sun and moon play PacMan with each other.
It turned out to be quite the social event with (by my estimation) a couple hundred people milling about and talking. I'm not sure how much the kids that were running around got out of it, but I certainly enjoyed it, as did Mikaela. I think Spencer was more concerned about chatting with his buds than the astronomical spectacle. But what do you truly expect from a soon to be teenager?