The sun was shinning through the morning haze and
provided an illusion of warmth despite the 20 degree weather. However,
was no wind, not even a stray zephyr. The flight line was a flurry of
many rocketeers wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity at
Farm. I was no exception.
I quickly prepped
Shaken, Not Stirred
with a Loki H144 motor and took it to the pads. This was Shaken, Not Stirred's
30th flight and I took extra precautions in
the hopes of having many more flights with my favorite rocket. I armed
and engaged the onboard video camera. I took my launch card to the LCO
waited for liftoff. Shaken, Not Stirred
leapt off the pad on a straight and
true trajectory in the frigid, windless skies before arcing over at
and deploying its drogue. At 400 feet the main parachute deployed and Shaken, Not Stirred
landed on the permafrost with a thud. The onboard video
camera took a beating but otherwise there was no damage. Celebrate Shaken, Not Stirred's 30th
flight and onboard video here.
Next rocket to the
pads was Mini
Sweet Vengeance on an Estes black powder D12. Mini Sweet Vengeance
slowly ascended on its mighty D12 and arced over slightly at 500 feet
where the main
parachute successfully deployed. Mini Sweet Vengeance
softly landed close to the LCO without
any damage. Enjoy
Vengeance’s up close
and personal flight here.
I dusted off my Der
Big Red Max and loaded a C11 into the back end for propulsion. I
fought the kids
and I won a spot for my rocket on the A rack. Der Big Red Max
spit and sputtered until arcing over at around 800 feet. The rocket
deployed its oversized purple parachute and
Der Big Red Max
slowly descended, barely missing the speaker before touching
down without any damage. See Der Big Red Max’s flight here.
That was my last flight for the day. There were many other flights that can be seen here. I left the launch early so Monica could use the Highlander. There was no traffic on the journey home until Annapolis, where a two mile backup of cars were fighting to get into Annapolis Mall. I quickly skirted around the poor saps and was thankful that my Christmas Shopping was finished. I arrived home just as I was beginning to thaw out. However, a cold day flying rockets beats a warm day not flying rockets. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to all. Until the next launch . . .