As you can tell from the photo I posted, I was at a rocketry event, Red Glare in Price, MD. The Maryland-Delaware Rocketry Association holds the event twice a year on a local farm. Chris runs a rocketry website and invited me along for the weekend. I have some mild interest in rockets, if only because I'm old enough to have seen man land on the moon, so of course I went.
Saturday, as I mentioned, I spent five hours walking and standing. I was sore and stiff at the end of it, despite my going back to the truck to rest for an hour. Also I forgot sunscreen.
Sunday I went on a bike ride while Chris spent 7 hours standing taking photos. My plan was to ride to Tuckahoe State Park, but I'd left my maps at home and I got lost. I wound up turning around two miles from the park, unaware I was so close. I battled headwinds, had no food or water since I didn't reach the park and had forgotten I was going to be riding in farm country - no services available, and finally found my way back to the launch site with the help of the smoke trails from the rocket launches. My ride was 19.50 miles according to Map My Ride. Had I reached the park I would have 24 miles in for the day.
I still had the problems I did before when riding, and by the end of the ride I felt very beat up. My stamina isn't where it was. Still, all in all it was a good weekend. And I didn't get hit by a falling rocket. The blue one in this photo, for instance, blew up in midair instead of having a successful recovery by deploying its parachute.
The oddest thing I saw all weekend... and I saw a lot of it. After I returned from my ride Sunday I walked onto the launching site to talk to Chris, and told him I went out there in full kit so for at least a minute or two he wouldn't be the most ridiculous looking man there.
Spectators spent a lot of time looking at the sky, as you can imagine. This guy had the right idea for his chair.
Waiting for the all clear so he can bring his rocket out to the launch site. You can see Chris in the middle ground and the launching rails in the distance. To Chris' left is the control area rockets are launched from. A PA system lets the man at the control panel announce which rocket is going up, give the countdown, and then provide 'play by play': "I see smoke.... there it goes.... climbing, arcing..... we have an event..... chute deployed......"
Sunday's bike ride was from the launch site. I immediately made a wrong turn but thanks to "guydar" began riding in the right general direction. I stopped at a small family graveyard. These small plots are all over the Eastern Shore. You can see my bike on the fence in the distance.
The Eastern Shore, at least this part of it, is as flat as can be imagined. This is the closest I came to a hill climb during the ride. The local roads were very little traveled by cars, and all the drivers were courteous to me. Maryland law requires bikes to use the shoulder on roads with posted speed limits of 45 MPH or greater, and fortunately this highway had a good shoulder.