There's a nice, stiff roughly 15 mph breeze here today, with gusts up to about 25. The sun is shining, the bees are buzzing, the temperature is perfect. The kids have played in the tent outside, in the sprinkler and all over the house. So I decided they should fly kites.
My son has about a 5' kite that was given to him some time ago, and I have a much more conservative 3' kite of the same style and color. My string is longer, though, which I totally did on purpose because I'm a little competitive and like my kite to go higher.
The kids were doing great. My daughter had all 200' of the string out on my kite when I heard her bellowing from the field that she was bored and needed me to reel it in for her. I took the kite from her and began the lengthy process, as each turn of the string reel only pulls in about 6" of string. Pull, wrap, pull, wrap. SHIT! The handle flew out of my hands and across the field at a rapid clip, the kite still 198' in the air. I took of like a shot after it (ok, more like a retarded Clydesdale), sandals flapping, yoga pants falling, bouncing all over the place with my daughter screaming, "MOM! GET IT!" Riiiiight.
Thank goodness the chase stopped when the handle of the string thing got stuck in a birch tree. The kite flew for another 10 minutes or so unattended before it crashed. I have to go back out in a while and climb the tree to get the handle then hope the crash didn't break the kite. Maybe it's a little too windy today.
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