What happens? Flying? Again?
Yes, exactly! I found a couple of hours Friday evening, grabbed a handful of kites, the line bag, hopped into the car and drove off to the beach.
An onshore breeze made for great conditions for playing along with my Rev for a while. Then the wind slowly calmed … enough for pulling the Ghost out of its bag.
Wow! I didn’t feel rusty at all and the Ghost converted all my input into beautiful looking tricks. Well… most of the times anyway.
I kept on flying/playing until dark and I couldn’t see the kite anymore!