arrived at Higgs Farm. There was only one other flyer at the field. We
vehicles and noticed that the weather had transitioned from breezy to
otherwise the sky was clear and the temperatures were mild. Others soon
and we quickly set up the field the best we could. The weather had now
transitioned from windy to insanely gusty. I realized that there was no
was going to fly today.
There were three brave (desperate) rocketeers with
a flight apiece totaling three rocket flights for the entire day. These
flights ended with extremely long recovery
gusty weather grounded the rest of us and gave us an opportunity to
organize the club’s sea
container. Those in attendance assembled shelves, shifted items around,
sorted the tangled pad cables, and cleaned the trailer. At
03:00 PM there were no rockets left to fly and nothing left to do. We
declared defeat to the rocket gods and closed the launch. On the way
home I stopped for a late lunch in the ever increasing winds.
However, a bad day flying rockets (or not flying rockets)
beats a good day at home cleaning house. See what Saturday was like
As the wind buffeted me about on the journey
home, I could not get the following song out of my head:
wind began to switch - the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges
unhitch. Just then the Witch – to satisfy an itch, went flying on her
broomstick, thumbing for a hitch …”
and then I realized I was not in Kansas any more. Until the next launch . . .