When I was a little girl, my dad would take us kids to the High School and we would launch rockets. There was a large grassy field where we would set up our rockets. I had a florescent pink rocket that I would launch up. It was always fun to shoot up the rocket and then run through the field trying to catch the rocket as it slowly floated down from the attached parachute. It was a blast.
Well, my dad is continuing the tradition with the grand kids. This past weekend we traveled down to Utah and met up with my Dad and Mom at my brother Jamie's house. The have a large playground behind their house and we were able to set up our rockets there.
(My dad made his own launcher. Previous to my parents traveling down to Utah, they spent a week at our house. My dad would set up his stuff at the kitchen table. He would be shredding wires and cauterizing wires together and assembling a black box. Jared joked that he appeared to be making a bomb. He would just chuckle. I told him if he suddenly has "play dough" that says C-4 on it, he has to take his stuff outside.)
Dad setting up the launcher. You have to factor in wind and the type of fuel. After using a small black and yellow practice rocket, that we never found, we were ready for the really launches.
My mom and me waiting for blast off time.
My dad painted the shark jaws on one of his many rockets. He and my brother, Jamie, were figuring out a few logistics.
Eli and I got to control the "Little Black Box" a few times.
All of us watching the launches from a safe distance.
I love that my dad is carrying on the tradition of rocket launches. I loved it and still do and hope that my kids enjoyed themselves too.
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