When we headed out to launch rockets, it was perfect weather. 66ºF, wind at 0-5mph. But the park I've been launching at is 7 miles away and my car is making a funny rattling noise that might not be funny much longer. It might be the power steering pump, conceivably the water pump, or some other thing that the serpentine belt goes through.
Plus, we keep losing rockets there. It's a big softball/soccer/horseshoe park, but the tree line and the soybean field (taller than you'd think) and quarry all seem to eat rockets.
Em had seven foot pickle up her ass when we set out, saying this was the worst day of her life on earth, a crisis rivalling the Holocaust, blah-blah-blah.
I was going to try the high school, a truly large piece of relatively flat real estate, adjacent to some pretty flat stuff that they're building another school on. Then I found this.
It's another softball complex, closer to home. Plus volleyball, playground, etc. Plus the Cathaholic church next door has a big open field, and farms beyond that.
Perfect.
Better than perfect. As soon as I got set up, there was a half dozen kids gathered to watch, ask questions, chase recoveries. This was the first time the rockets weren't solely for the amusement of my offspring. And I got a lot more launches off because these crazy honyocks wanted to chase down the rockets.
Em also found herself digging it, in part because she was able to identify herself as the kid who brought this amazing rocket show to the park. Kids were asking us for guarantees that we'd be there launching rockets the next time they were there.
1 comment:
How fun!
I bet the other kids loveeed it!
That was a great place to set 'em off.
Is this an expensive hobby?
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