On Friday, September 26th, nine rocketeers from the Colorado Front Range converged on Dove Valley Regional Park in Centennial to launch some rockets on the large, well-manicured complex of soccer fields. This turned out to be a record turnout of participants from the group,
Temperatures at the field were a comfortable 75 to 78 degrees, southerly breezes fluctuated from 3 to 8 mph, and mostly clear skies with some high-altitude cloud cover.
The field was deserted, save for the presence of a far-off grounds-maintenance crew...and a pair of robotic lawn mowers cruising about on their pre-programmed patterns...
...which leads us to the subject of this first post.
Participating rocketeer Lee Reep experienced a highly unusual outcome to his first flight of the day.
The story is best served in Lee's own words:
"My first flight of the day went to the Jet Freak, a boost glider I try to fly at every Dove Valley launch.
I really thought this was its final flight. This was one to remember. Boosted by an A8-3 motor, the glider flew a somewhat erratic path to the north, and at ejection, went into an erratic dipping and circling descent, eventually settling down about 100 yards north of the pads.
Of all the places the Jet Freak could land, and of all the paths the mower could take, it had turned and headed back straight for my glider. I ran, but was too far away from it, before it disappeared from view! The mower gobbled it up! Or so I thought … There were no bits of bright yellow balsa thrown out the back with grass clippings. No sign at all that it had even been eaten. The mower proceeded on easily, turned around, and started heading back to the scene of the crime. Somebody mentioned that they could see it (I was too shocked to remember who.) Rich Wallner stepped into the mower’s path, and it stopped. (Apparently a bright fluorescent yellow glider was too small to cause the mower to stop.)
There on a little deck above the mower blades sat my Jet Freak, looking intact! I pulled it out. Not a scratch!
Absolutely incredible that in the many acres of grass soccer filed, that glider would meander toward a spot that a robot mower would cross and scoop it up, resulting in a somewhat perfect flight.
Cheers!