I appreciate your counsel. As it turns out, part of my range crew had wisdom teeth removed, so we shall not be torturing him with an outing that would expect him to move his neck and talk. Countdown recycled to T-minus-12 days.

Just enough time to rejigger the Chin, which is probably going to be the heaviest model in my fleet when I'm done. A ridiculous fate for a ridiculous rocket. All my fleet are "park" flyers, in that I've chosen a personal ceiling of 650 feet and an impulse cap of B power.

You'd think flying in Nevada, with its ample public lands, would be easy. But most of those ample public lands are amply decorated with highly flammable shrubbery. I've got my eye on a big patch of sandy dirt that off-roaders have churned up about a half-hour north. My other basic alternatives are the club launches (August canceled) an hour away, or The Black Rock a touch over two hours away. I'm whiny. If I can make this work closer to home, I'll do it.

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Bob Portnell, Sparks, Nevada
NAR #87762, NARTREK Silver, Not an actual Silver Snoopy awardee
"Flying Like It's 1980"