Gone to Aridzone, that is. Yesterday, Warthog and Mrs. W. hosted a nice going away party for our rocket buddy, Paul. They covered all the food groups: grilled meat, BBQ, sausage (substitutes for the the bacon group), and beer. Even better than a build session.
Oh yeah, Warthog also shared his memories of Paul, who escaped without being roasted as much as dinner. Paul even donated a bunch of rocket stuff to the attendees, of which I got an ammo box and a huge box of damaged rockets that will be a treasure trove of parts. I will rebuild his cluster Fatboy and fly it at the next launch.
Paul was a great rocket buddy and will be missed. He was always good for a story or some help or a story that helped. He still will be, just not at NARHAMS or MDRA. Here they are posing with Paul's specialty - the V-2 (these are stand-ins, his are all packed). Adios compadre!
(Yeah, not a build session but it's the closest tag I had.)