Hopin' it would windcock off t' pad, but t' flight path was as dead straight as you can get in 13 mph wind. Well, blow me down!  Wiggled on t' way up, so some nose weight might be necessary.  Entered t' clouds smartly and no one ever saw it after that.  I walked across t' corn t' t' edge o' t' creek and was about t' turn around when I saw a flash o' neon orange on t' other side.  I found a spot that looked crossable, and actually made two o' t' four steps necessary t' cross it without gettin' wet, but t' third rock rolled as I stepped on it and I was in up t' me shins.  Yeah, me feet were cold and wet, but I got me rocket back.