Power kiting and the Lower Deck

30.07.2009

I woke up and waited for Shylo to get up. She worked really late the night before, so it makes sense that she would be sleeping for a while today.

The phone rang, I pick it up

"Shyloooo????" An old person, maybe a grandmother says from the other end.

"Nooo???" I answer.

"OK, wrong number."

Oh man, I have to tell Shylo someone called. I knock on her door and wake her up. The phone rings again but I don't answer it this time, she comes down and wakes up. We have a breakfast of nutella on whole wheat and go out to fly a kite. My favourite thing to do on the ocean.

Jay has this awesome power kite that you can fly really fast and high. It's about 2 or 3 metres across. It literally carries you across the beach.

We drive down to the beach and bring Scooter with us. Shylo shows me what to do and I try and fly the kite myself too. It doesn't go too well. I slam it into the ground a million times.

A wakeboarder gets in the way with her machine that pulls her up onto shore by a rope. Another power kiter warned me of this lady before I got taken down by the taught rope. Good thing, because I had no idea what that contraption was for.

I try and maneuver the kite, but I can't really figure it out. I almost hit some kids on the beach, and then dump the kite right into the water, where it then picks up a bunch of clumps of sand and can no longer fly. The tide starts to come in so we go back home.

Shylo has to dry out the kite, so we do that and wait for Jay to come home.

Power kite