dog days of August were here and there were some rockets that
screamed to be put in the air. With some rockets packed in the
Highlander, I headed over to Marylandís Eastern Shore ahead of
the beach traffic and met everyone at Ramís Head in
Stevensville, MD. for a nice breakfast. After breakfast,
everyone went their separate ways to dwiddle the time until
11:00 AM. We all met again at the Central Sod Farm and made
quick work setting up the field. The skies were blue with
interspersed puffy white clouds. The temperatures were warm and
a slight breeze kept everything bearable.
As usual, I observed those impatient to fly and observed what
the upper winds were doing. It was a calm day and many rockets
were descending without too much drift. I took Shaken,
Not Stirred to the pad with an H225 stuffed into the
rear for propulsion. After much fanfare, the LCO pushed the
ignition button and Shaken, Not Stirred took to
the skies in a nice straight trajectory. Shaken, Not
Stirred arced over at 1,296 feet and descended to
300 feet where the main parachute was successfully deployed,
with vigor! See Shaken, Not Stirred's
87th flight to the right.
Shaken, Not Stirred was once again my only flight
of the day. I went home for the night. Sunday morning soon saw
me back on the launch field but the weather was ominous and
constantly threaten rain until soon the threat became reality.
We packed up the field in the pouring rain and took shelter
under an awning until the weather cleared enough to head home. See
other of the weekendís flights here. Until the next launch
. . .