I was driving Finn home from the dentist awhile ago when I decided to stop by the grove of trees in which the rocket became ensnared, high above the ground. The winds the last few days have been very strong and I figured the nose cone, at least, was rent free from the parachute and perhaps on the ground. If I could find the tree with the day-glo parachute still in it, I could scour the ground below.
I drove up the hill and not a few feet into the woods and barely five feet off the ground was a small hawthorn tree with a piece of bright orange plastic in it. Dangling from that was the nose cone. We can fix this with a little glue and some patience.
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