Make some friends! :grin:
Funny, but true, story. When I launched my Formula 200 on an N motor, it came down about a mile away. I asked some friends to help me recover. We walked out, and came to a river that we couldn't cross. Meanwhile, I, being diabetic, got low blood sugar and needed to return to my van.
The other guys said they would get their truck and drive to the other side of the river. I walked back to the launch area and bought a Coke. I had to wait about 15 minutes before I was ready to go back out and join the recovery team.
While I was waiting, another MDRA guy asked me where my rocket was. I said it was out in the field and a crew of guys was recovering it. He said, "Why aren't you out there?"
I shrugged and said, "Well, you know ... I'm Level 3. I have guys that do that for me, now."
I had to grin to let him know I was joking. :grin:
(Epilogue: by the time I got out there, I was still on the wrong side of the river, and my guys were trudging along to the truck with it, complaining about the lead-infused epoxy I'd used. Thanks again, Nate, Gus, and Peter!)