Flight

Due t' circumstances beyond me control, namely t' trees and an ill-timed breeze, shiver me timbers, me hearties, matey, t' Solar Sailer II had a brief two-flight career. T' first flight took place four years after t' Ebay auction, on a seemingly calm, warm July evenin' at B6-4 Field. Arrr! First flight and ninth o' t' night was on, SURPRISE, a B6-4. In t' twilight t' flame from t' B6-4 be clearly visible throughout t' flight, me hearties, somethin' I really hadn't seen since me brother in law Tony and I had staged a night launch on t' field several years earlier. Ahoy! T' rocket tipped over perfectly at apogee and recovered near t' edge o' t' field. Avast! Ahoy! T' next rocket t' fly was an MPC Nike Patriot and t' breezes had picked up noticeably by t' time it flew. Blimey! Aye aye! It barely, BARELY missed bein' treed on its maiden flight, me bucko, ya bilge rat, which should have been a hint t' me t' pack up and call a ten flight night a success. Ahoy! I didn't. Avast! Begad! T' sister o' two o' me recovery crew members (and one o' me Brownies from me troop co-leader days,) arrived late and wanted t' see a flight, so I flew an Estes Big Dawg into a tree for her. Ya scallywag! Avast! For what happened next I have no explanation.
I decided t' give t' Solar Sailer II another shot instead o' just callin' t' night a success and takin' it home t' print some new decals for it. Ahoy! Another B6-4 flight, this one even cooler t' watch than t' first because o' t' advancin' darkness. Well, matey, blow me down! All be fine at first and t' recovery looked like it would be at t' edge o' t' field near t' spot where t' first flight had landed, but a rogue breeze kicked up and carried it into t' tree just feet from t' Excelsior Goonybird Zero.  T' make matters worse, arrr, me hearties, we moved into t' neighborhood behind t' field later that summer, and for t' rest o' t' summer, shiver me timbers, fall and winter, I had t' see t' fruits o' me labors danglin' in t' trees.