After half an hour,
I was approaching the town of Fort Meade. Descending a bit to
test the wind, I slowed down substantially once I was within a
hudred feet or so of the ground, but above that I was still clipping
along at 15 mph. Crew had gone out ahead of me to try to find
another east-west road intersecting my track. Ahead, I saw some
farm buildings, and a paved road fairly close to a large pasture.
I described the location to Bob, figuring that there couldn't
be that many paved roads in the area -- it was the first I'd seen
in a several miles, anyway. I had decided that I wanted to be
on the ground pretty soon, before the wind up above dropped down
to the ground.
I was leveling out low over a some trees just
before the pasture, when Bob radioed that they were on the road
I'd described and had me in sight. I crossed the trees and cut
away a few balloons to set up my descent. Some cows saw me coming
and wisely got out of the way. I was relieved to find my speed
dropping to about 5 mph as I descended into the field. I could
see Bob running in from the gate to the road. I set down gently,
and Bob ran up to grab me.