Some kids never grow up. And I'm no exception. I love kites....big kites. I mean really big kites. What is fun about these kites is that you can stack them. You connect one to a 2nd one and so on. One kite is fun and fast. Two kites pull more and slow each other down a bit. Three - even slower. Four - not really that much slower - but a bit more pull. A single kite is sort of like a sport car on kite string. Four of these feel like a big truck at the end of the kite strings. They have enough pull that I need to lean back to keep my feet on the ground.
You know that feeling you get when you are just about ready to loose at tug of war? Yeah - it feels like that!
Oh and yeah - it was 41 degrees outside. And windy (of course) and cold!
We have a few others like these - a few four foot kites. A ten foot version and a twelve foot version. The twelve footer rarely sees the light of day. It needs very little wind to fly. And anything more then a light breeze will rip your arms off.
I have to thanks Megan for taking pictures and videos. An no - I didn't hit her - but I came close.
The kites coming in for a landing.