Away 97 and 98 were launched from Area Trombone in the middle of the Nevada desert. The music of the spheres accompanies us on the journey to the final heights where the sky is dark, and the earth is curved. A medium wild ride on the way down. Parachutes did deploy correctly. The final landing is the expected crash to the desert floor. The parachute slowed the craft sufficiently to prevent major damage to anything but the carbon frame members. The look of the high rack is its usual disheveled appearance after falling, to sleep in the sand like the proverbial white dove of the song Blowin’ in the Wind by Bob Dylan.
Published by L Paul Turner
I would lose myself in spinship economics, but for my plan to write fiction with Cle' Curbo. Sometimes I eat food, and sleep. I desire to see the human race mature to care for our mother earth, and wean ourselves to space for her sake. I love to experiment with my garden of earthly delightful plants. I grow heritage apple varieties. I strive to love all the people all the time, but I am not powerful enough to do so. End right side amygdala. Space alien! is like shouting "squirrel" to a dog. The left side of the amygdala is awakened. Care, dream, plan, do. All thinking and doing is by trial and error. 99 point 999 percent of all accomplishments are prep. Find something you like. Love comes later. View all posts by L Paul Turner