Where You're At

...and how you fly

Friday morning at the paddocks relaxing and enjoyable with the calm weather, beautiful clouds and varied wildlife contributing to an engaging and relaxing morning's flying. By contrast, despite the immaculate morning, the flying at the local field was less than ideal with the challenge of dual-level fields surrounded by trees adding stress and detracting from what might have been a lovely morning's flying. Location, location, location...

Unfortunately in the suburbs the potential for open paddocks is virtually non existent, certainly not nearby. One needs, therefore, to find the best spots available and then learn how to fly there. The local field in question, the nearest potential flying spot to home, was the location of my first crashes of both the Phoenix 2000 and then the Floater Jet. Not exactly brilliant credentials, however neither incident was locatio-related, just inexperienced driver.

While I managed to fly both the Walrus and Floater without incident (although the latter did come agonisingly close to ending up in a tree, twice) it wasn't an entirely relaxing experience.

Fast forward to that evening, with the sun just setting and the full moon freshly over the horizon, throwing the Walrus up from the top field gave things a completely different perspective, with space to move aplenty giving the loops around the moon a sense of freedom...