Basically a 16 hour (plus infil/exfil) sober party with several thousand patriotic, happy, dirty, dedicated, Americans.
Not like it was one of my life's major highlights or anything.
Notes: That 747 might be hard to fly, but they circled and banked plenty good enough to let us see the shuttle in full silhouette - after the longest takeoff run I've ever seen or imagined.
From the ground the shuttle landings were simply spectacular, that thing was dropping altitude and speed like you can't imagine unless you've seen it. I think we saw the shuttle from every angle possible just during descent.
I don't remember what the President said but everyone there felt it and cheered their throats out.
And; underneath the talcum powder fine (caliche?) dust of the dry lake you're basically looking at the crust of the earth.
1982? I was there.