But Saturday marked Hughes's third aborted launch since he declared himself a flat-earther last year and announced a multipart plan to fly to space by the end of 2018 so he could prove astronauts have been lying about the shape of the planet.
The Washington Post, like many news outlets, covered Hughes's plan. In retrospect, we admit, there was never any chance he'd pull it off.
Hughes blamed technical difficulties — possibly a bad O-ring — for his steam-powered rocket's failure to ignite this weekend in the Mojave Desert. But even if it had, and even if he managed to subsequently rocket-pack himself into space by the end of the year, his mission would have ended at worst in death, and at best in disappointment as he realized what ancient Greeks and schoolchildren already knew: The world is round; it has always been round; Mike Hughes will never see its edges.
If you were already caught up on the saga, feel free to skip directly to our coverage of Saturday's sad launch. If you need a recap, here are parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 of The Post's coverage of Hughes's flat-Earth space mission.
It began last year, as the daredevil struggled to raise money for a follow-up to his last successful homemade rocket launch in 2012. He gave an interview to a flat-Earth group about his newfound skepticism in the planet's shape and subsequently raised thousands of dollars from a community that believes we all live, basically, on a big Frisbee.
It was more attention than Hughes, whose previous stunts had drawn only modest coverage, planned for. It might have been more attention than was good for him, as the Bureau of Land Management subsequently contacted him and forbade him from flying a mile across the Mojave in November, as he had planned.
To pile on problems, his rocket/rocket launcher/mobile home broke down the same week.
While of no scientific value to either classical or flat-Earth physics, the Mojave stunt was intended to publicize Hughes's mission and raise the $2 million necessary for his final mission later this year: to ride a hot-air balloon many miles into the sky, then use a rocket-pack to fly even higher and assess the shape of the horizon.
But as he spent months rebuilding his rocket and working through government red tape, the world threatened to shut the door on his ambitions. When The Post
updated on Hughes last month, he was arguing with trolls on Facebook who questioned his ability to launch the rocket or his commitment to flat-Earth philosophy, or both.
All critics would be silenced, Hughes promised then, when he finally launched on private property outside the town of Amboy, Calif., on Saturday.
Obviously, it didn't work out that way.
Hughes started a GoFundMe to offset the cost of the much-delayed launch, which by Saturday had raised no more than $100 of its $10,000 goal.
The press was still interested, though there were mostly obscure and independent outfits that towed cameras out to Amboy on the big day. The crowd gave wide berth to Hughes's rocket, which stood in the desert, pointed at the sky. California mountains were visible behind it. Much taller mountains beyond them were not, because Earth is definitely round.
The Web channel Noize TV live-streamed the would-be launch. “The sun is up, the moon is up, and soon we're going to find out if the Earth is flat,” said the host, Paul Zero, when optimism still ran high.
“No, I'm just kidding,” Zero said. He was not himself a believer in the flat Earth. “But what we will see is the most amazing f---ing thing I've ever f---ing seen in my life: a man make his own g---damn rocket, put himself in it, and then launch it in the f---ing air!”
Because of the international attention, Zero said, he had with him a translator called the Baron.
For some reason, the Baron mostly spoke English as he and Zero stood in the desert for the entire day, waiting.
“I feel like NASA right now,” Zero said. “I wonder how fast he's going to go.”
“They were saying between 300 and 500 mph,” Baron said.
Off in the distance, Hughes stood on a ladder in front of the rocket and fiddled with his helmet.
More time passed. Struggling to fill the silence, Zero began talking about a free chicken dinner he expected would be provided after the launch. But spectators were getting frustrated.
Zero didn't know what was up, but believed in Hughes, if not his conception of Earth.
“F--- your complaints,” he told the camera. “Build a rocket, shoot yourself up in it and shut the f--- up.”
The host perked up when Hughes finally climbed inside the rocket and closed the hatch before sundown. “This is f---ing about to be amazing,” Zero said.
He paused to have a coughing fit.
“I hear numbers!” said the Baron.
“The launch ain't happening,” Zero finally admitted.
Hughes climbed out of the rocket to face the cameras. He scratched his head. “Maybe I left a plug in there,” he said. Maybe an O-ring melted. Who knew?
“I pulled the plunger five different times,” Hughes said. “I considered beating on the rocket nozzle from the underneath side. But you can't get anyone under there. It'll kill you. It'll scald you to death. It'll blow the skin and muscle off your bones.”
But at this point he could not even sell the drama of his hypothetical death to the demure crowd.
Two women walked up and gave Hughes a hug. “You did your best,” a man told him, “and you haven't gave up yet.”
Hughes's plans are unclear now. He said he'd take apart the rocket to see what went wrong, but he has commitments to think of besides science. He was supposed to be in court on Tuesday, he told the crowd, because he was suing the governor of California for unspecified reasons. He was also trying to claim the legal right to Charles Manson's guitar. He is a man of many ambitions.
“Guys, I'm sorry,” Hughes said. “What can you do?”
Only what is possible, we now know.
Read the rest of our series on Hughes's flat-Earth space mission, if you really want to: