Let's go fly a kite...

Today, my wonderful friend Johnso took me on an adventure to a kite festival. I love kites. So colorful, so much fun to fly, so deadly when you lose control and they come crashing down to earth on unsuspecting bystanders. I was expecting a few people out flying some standard kites, and perhaps some box kites included in the mix. Oh Beth, how naive you were.


These were launched by a self-professed kite lunatic. Crazy or not, these things were awesome! I could have watched them for hours. I was perfectly ready to plop on the ground and start constructing stories about how the squid was trying hard to make friends, but the other characters were freaked out by the fact the squid had no mouth. But the ground was wet, so we moved on.

They had 4-string kites which are apparently the new wave of kite design (Johnso's dad owns one). I watched synchronized kite flying, something I had no idea existed. This whole thing is a documentary waiting to be filmed. There was even some animosity between the 4-string kite fliers and the animal kite fliers. Clearly, they each thought the other had no idea what true kite flying was. And stuck in the middle was a girl who just wished someone would launch the flying cow kite she saw for sale.