Flying High

Before last Saturday, the last time I flew a kite was sometime in the late 80′s.  So when I looked around the Washington Monument grounds during the Smithsonian Kite Festival and saw 8 year olds expertly manuevering complex stunt kites, I looked at my little borrowed parafoil kite and realized I was about to get schooled.  No matter though.  A little humility  never hurt anyone.  In any case, after a few (okay, many) attempts,  Alli and Chris and I helped “the little kite that could” soar high among the rest of ‘em.  Our kite is the little checkered one next to the Washington Monument below.