Sunday morning, Ben and I awoke to a slight splattering of rain.
We packed some rockets and headed over to Marylandís Eastern
Shore hoping for better weather. The rocket gods did not
disappoint as the weather cleared when we arrived at the field.
The winds were slightly gusty but provided adequate cooling from
the August heat. It was still early so Ben and I made the field
ready and waited for the other flyers to arrive.
It was a lazy morning with flyers arriving and shooting the
breeze. It was after 10:00 AM before the first rocket took to
the skies. I study the flight very well as the wind direction
was inconsistent at the different altitudes. I continued to let
other flyers go ahead of me before I was satisfied that I
understood what the winds were doing and that my rocket would
not come down on someoneís vehicle.
The already prepared Shaken, Not Stirred was
taken out to the pad for its 69th time. The launch rail was
straightened to allow the winds to carry Shaken, Not
Stirred over the crowd on its descent. After
enduring various comments from the crowd, Shaken, Not
Stirred was launched into the checkered sky and
slowly arced over at 1,230 feet before separating and deploying
her drogue. Shaken, Not Stirred quickly descended
in the breezy conditions until the mains were deployed with a
POP at 300 feet. Shaken, Not Stirred came to a
gentle rest in the soft sod near the porta-potty. At least I
killed two birds with the long walk to retrieve Shaken,
Not Stirred. See Shaken, Not Stirred
leap into the skies by clicking the video to the right.
The gusty and variable winds grounded my other rockets as I
witness many of them heading into the trees. Ben continued his
LCO duties and I filmed other flights until it was time to shut
down the field. We enjoyed a nice cold beer after the field was
shut down and then joined the traffic jam caused by returning
beach vacationers as we all headed towards Marylandís Western
Shore. The vacationers will be extinct for next monthís launch.
Until the next launch . . .