Flying at Medicine Lodge

Sam and I took four planes to fly an unusual north wind. We drove to Medicine Lodge Creek, by Grandma and Grandpa's. We flew his JW, my heavy goose-necked JW, the Zagi, and my little Spork. No photos of the last two.

Sam getting ready to try again. It takes some skill to throw a plane.

Not pretty, but it made it.

Wow, look at that matching shirt. Sam had a good time getting to know his plane. He made some mistakes, got the plane behind the lip of the hill and had to land, and got it flying again. It is a very fun and robust plane.

The JW Goose in the air.

I wear the pants.

Launching the Goose again.

Too low. A little too low.

It made it in the air, but I never got it back up to altitude. I had to land it on the hill (it hit rocks, can you tell?) and hike down to get it. The shame. But it survived.