Go Fly a Kite!
I live on the Southern Oregon Coast (Lucky Me!). In my business travels I’d pass the kite stores in Coos Bay and Newport. I always vowed to leave extra time to stop in and take a look around. Of course it took me a couple of years to actually keep that promise to myself but within 15 minutes, I was zeroed in a colorful stunt kite. Luckily I had friends visiting that weekend who could give me a kite flying lesson. We headed out to Bastendorff Beach in Charleston with kite and cooler in hand.
Surprisingly, a stunt kite is not so easy to fly. I tried a few times and then turned the control over to my advanced-flying friend. She made those colors spin and dip and sit lightly on the sand only to take off for maximum heights a few seconds later. When I took the lines back I made few hard nose dives into the sand fearing that my new kite would splinter. Then, suddenly, I “got the hang of it.”
We spent a fabulous afternoon on Bastendorff Beach, enjoying our friends, my new kite and watching the kite landboards run up and down the beach. We watched waves crash on the South Jetty while dogs chased after balls thrown by their owners. Now I keep my kite in the trunk of my car and head out to the beach whenever I can find a free moment and a slight breeze. It is good regeneration for the soul – waves crashing, sand and glorious colors blowing in the breeze.