Toni and I started our journey to Marylandís Eastern Shore
for another rocket flying weekend. Unlike last month, the
weather forecast predicted very hot temperatures. We made the
odyssey over the Bay Bridge early and met other rocketeers for a
nice breakfast at Ramís Head before separating to kill some time
before the noon launch start time. Toni and I did some antiquing
until it was time to arrive at the field.
We arrived at the Centerville Sod Farm to bright sunshine, very
hot, humid temperatures, and barely a zephyr. Field setup was
hard in the heat but went smooth with help from other flyers.
The hot temps were tough and I could not take enough water to
quench my never ending thirst. A slight zephyr would find its
way through the flight line bringing only temporary relief. I
relaxed in the shade of the awning observing other flights.
There was such little breeze that rockets deploying their main
parachute 4000 feet overhead were landing feet from where they
I took Shaken, Not Stirred to the pad with an
H225 for propulsion and aimed her straight up. Shaken,
Blasted off the pad at the conclusion of the countdown and
ascended on a straight trajectory to an apogee of 1,320 feet
where the drogue chute was successfully deployed. Shaken,
Not Stirred descended to 300 feet where the main
parachute was successfully deployed. Shaken, Not Stirred
landed without damage mere feet from the pad she launched from.
See Shaken, Not Stirred fly here.
Shaken, Not Stirred was our only flight of the
day. I filmed other flights and continued to drink plenty of
fluids until the last flyer flew. We packed the field up for the
night and started our journey home through severe thunderstorms.
We arrived home exhausted and thirsty but were satisfied with
the dayís flights. Toni and I were not to return on Sunday due
to prior commitments. See
other flights here. Until the next launch . . .
By Peter E. Abresch Jr.
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