I woke early and checked the winds. Yes!, barely a breeze blowing. The weathermen were wrong once again so I threw some rockets in the car and headed to Higgs Farm. I should have became suspicious on the Bay Bridge when the Highlander wanted to tip over the side but my mind was busy dreaming about the rockets that I were soon to fly. I stopped at Batter’s Up and noticed the increasing breeze but did not worry too much as I was anxious to eat some breakfast. Once again my breakfast was superb and I left in a hurry to get to the field and help set up.

I arrived at Higgs Farm. There was only one other flyer at the field. We exited our vehicles and noticed that the weather had transitioned from breezy to windy, otherwise the sky was clear and the temperatures were mild. Others soon arrived 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 way I 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 walks. The 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 here.

As the wind buffeted me about on the journey home, I could not get the following song out of my head:

“The wind began to switch - the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to 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 . . .