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Vashon Industries
Vashon Industries, a company based on Vashon Island in Washington
state, made a line of model rockets in the late 1960's and early
1970's that were fueled by liquid R-12 Freon (which they called
RP-100 propellant). The expansion of the liquefied gas as
it exited the nozzle provided the thrust for these rockets. Vashon
Industries was bought out by Damon Corporation in 1971, and the
Vashon product line and newer "Cold Power" products
were marketed by Estes Industries (another Damon company) until
the mid-1970's. If you want to read an excellent article about
the history of Vashon Industries, I recommend Mark
Schmitt's web site. Mark goes into detail about the Vashon
product line and how the rockets were manufactured.
What amazes people nowadays when you tell them about Vashon rockets,
is the whole concept of blithely spewing chlorofluorocarbons (CFCs)
into the atmosphere. "What? That's the stuff that kills ozone!
Were you guys ignorant or something?!" Well, yes, we were.
The deleterious effect that CFCs have on the ozone layer was not
widely understood until later. (It's interesting to note that CFCs
were developed by Thomas Midgley Jr., the same guy who gave us
tetra-ethyl lead as an anti-knock additive to gasoline and resulted
in vast amounts of poisonous lead being pumped into the atmosphere.)
But Vashon rockets were just so COOL! They had polished aluminum
bodies, they used liquid propellant, and they had a nifty pressure-controlled
parachute deployment timer mechanism. Plus, they were perfectly
safe to hold in your hand while "firing" them.
My
First Valkyrie
I got into model rocketry in 1972 (I was 14 at the time) and had
been flying regular solid propellant model rockets for about five
months before I decided to try a "Cold Power" rocket. Don's
Hobbies in Mankato, Minnesota (now
there was real hobby shop),
had an old Vashon version of the Valkyrie-1 kit, complete with launcher
and propellant, squirreled away behind a counter that attracted my
attention. It was pretty expensive, so another member of our local
rocket club (Donald Miller) and I bought it together. Now, this was
in December in Minnesota, and as you can imagine, it wasn't particularly
warm outside. But we just had to try it as soon
as possible. The results were unspectacular. We made two flights
that day, and they reached altitudes of maybe 20 feet. A definite
disappointment. I think we used up the rest of the propellant just
firing off the motor while holding the rocket in our hands indoors
(which was certainly cool -- you couldn't do that with
a regular model rocket).
I finally bought another can of RP-100 propellant the following
Summer (I think I realized that temperature had been a big part of
the problem with the first flights). I remember setting up the Valkyrie
in our back yard on a hot and
humid day. As I fueled and vented the motor, frost started forming
on the metal body. Once it was full, it started venting white mist
through the pressure relief valve. Man! This was just like the real
thing! Just like the "big birds" at Cape Kennedy. Unfortunately,
it had been a while since I'd read the directions (as evidenced by
the fact that I was over-venting the motor and getting it too cold),
and I did not brace a finger against the nozzle as I pulled out the
release pin. As a result, the rocket broke loose from its launch
guide (launch lug) and fell over on the pad. It chose that moment
for the nozzle plug to finally release (I evidently hadn't oiled
the o-ring on the plug, either) and let out its 0.6-second blast
of freezing exhaust on my hand while held in place by one fin snagged
between the wooden pieces of the launcher. That was the first time
I ever got frostbite in July (even in Minnesota, that's unusual,
despite what you might believe about my home state's climate). OK,
I'm exaggerating about the frostbite, but the exhaust blast was really
cold. And even though the launch was unsuccessful, I was ecstatic.
Wow! Frost on the rocket! Venting fuel vapors from the tank! Rocket
geek-boy heaven. I went in and tried to tell my mom about it — she
just listened and said, "You
know, most boys your age are interested in girls." Aww,
mom... don't pick on the rocket geek.
For some reason, I don't recall ever trying to fly that model again.
Maybe I didn't have any more of the contact cement needed to glue
the launch guide back onto the rocket. More likely we used up the
propellant playing with the rocket indoors (or used it up on Estes
Land Rockets or my bother John's Shrike glider). In any case, the
Valkyrie languished in the rocket cabinet and I don't know what became
of it (maybe Donald still has it). But
I always remembered how cool it was, and how annoyed I was that I
was never able to get a good flight out of it.
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