By mid-afternoon the clouds starting breaking up and the wind backed down. I wasn't going to fly, but peer-pressure got the better of me. By the time I finished rigging, another deck of clouds moved in and shaded the ground. Although I was the last to rig, I was the first to launch in building wind. My pitiful little flight was very similar to a cannonball's flight (quickly up and then quickly down).
Flights: 1, Duration: 0:14
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That'll teach you to fly 78 miles to goal while the rest of us in the NE are waiting for opening day!
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