The egg drop was a roaring success - TheBoy's container survived a 75 foot drop (as did about a dozen others). The original plan was to drop all the boxes at six feet, then go up in six foot increments until there were no boxes left. Considering that:
a. All forty-something boxes submitted for the drop survived the six-foot drop, and
b. It took about 15 minutes to complete the six-foot drop;
we elected to go up to 18 feet next.
After eliminating a half-dozen boxes, we opted to increase the height by six feet. We only lost another two boxes at 24 feet, so opted for 36 feet next. This time we lost another half-dozen boxes, so we went up to 48 feet, then 75 feet (the limit of the ladder truck). The last drop, which eliminated a few more entries, consisted of a random height and the boxes being literally hurled at the ground... All in all, a good time was had by all. I am completely and utterly exhausted; I won't be able to talk for another week or so, and it'll be just in time for the Pinewood Derby.
TheBoy, naturally, insisted on eating his egg when we got home...
That is all.
ETA: And one of my Scout dads is bringing me some venison jerky. Life. Is. Good...
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Eating the valorous competitor to absorb it's fighting spirit! Good, good. The boy has good instincts.
Um... can we hire some of those kids to work for the Navy? We seem to have problems with broken equipment in it's packing cases! Good job by all :-)
Jay,
You need a trebuchet or other similar siege machine, ostensibly to chuck those eggs against a castle wall. Just saying.
Congratulations to TheBoy! I'll bet that egg tasted like victory :-)
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