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Blue Origin Blast: Travel Risk Lessons and Gear Tips Just before sunrise, the causeway near the Indian River smelled like warm salt and gasoline. Families with folding chairs lined the rails. Coffee steamed from paper cups. Someone let a beach playlist drift from a Bluetooth speaker while pelicans arrowed past the bridge pilings. The countdown rolled over the flat water as a murmur more than a voice. You could feel the bass of it in your ribs. A bright spear of flame cut the pale sky, and for a moment the scene took on that familiar, impossible quality—machine versus gravity, patience becoming speed. Then sound stole ahead of sight. A percussive thump. A second, sharper report. The flame sheared into a bloom and the crowd fell into the strangest silence of all: the collective inhale.