I'll admit it... from the moment I ordered my unit in early October until it finally arrived in mid-Nov, I was SOOO excited. It was often the last thing I thought about when going to sleep, and the first when I got up. I'd envisioned all the neat things I could do with it. Then it arrived.
I've flown about 40 flights since then, nearly all of them either at my home in Florida (in an 1100 gated community where the houses are so close to one another, if you need flour, you just open your kitchen window and knock on your neighbor's window), or my vacation property in middle Tennessee (20+ acres and 1000' cliffs). That was fun - In Florida testing out how far I can track a neighbor's car through the hood... Circling the clubhouse... Spying on the police as they conduct a murder investigation a block away... In Tennessee, flying along the river in the valley 1000' below... zooming across fog-covered tree tops... Getting right up on cave openings...
But, now that I've done all that, the newness and awe has begun to leave. I have 2-3 day stretches where I don't fly (or even think about) the MP.
I have yet to go to a park, beach, or other POI. Between stifling regs/rules/bans and the like, I have just lost motivation to go explore. Maybe it's the fear of losing the MP in a new place, or being told to pound sand by some government goon...
Anyone else feel the same sense of apathy? Or am I missing an essential ingredient to spice up my drone life?
I've flown about 40 flights since then, nearly all of them either at my home in Florida (in an 1100 gated community where the houses are so close to one another, if you need flour, you just open your kitchen window and knock on your neighbor's window), or my vacation property in middle Tennessee (20+ acres and 1000' cliffs). That was fun - In Florida testing out how far I can track a neighbor's car through the hood... Circling the clubhouse... Spying on the police as they conduct a murder investigation a block away... In Tennessee, flying along the river in the valley 1000' below... zooming across fog-covered tree tops... Getting right up on cave openings...
But, now that I've done all that, the newness and awe has begun to leave. I have 2-3 day stretches where I don't fly (or even think about) the MP.
I have yet to go to a park, beach, or other POI. Between stifling regs/rules/bans and the like, I have just lost motivation to go explore. Maybe it's the fear of losing the MP in a new place, or being told to pound sand by some government goon...
Anyone else feel the same sense of apathy? Or am I missing an essential ingredient to spice up my drone life?