So my father-in-law is coming down Friday– well, with the usual suspects, Trinity and my mother-in-law. They will be bringing digital copies of the 35mm pictures he took of the kids and Cimmorene. He's also bringing down the soldering pencil stand, which was supposed to be a surprise (shame on you, Trinity, hehe) but I told him it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I didn't have the iron to go with it (and I still haven't got it yet).
He also wants to come for kite flying, and I explained to him the convenience of our present location. He told me of recent experiences, including flying a stunt kite, which got me excited, as I haven't gotten either one of our stunt kites going, or the foil. He also asked about the particular reel that was coming
I went out again today, and after a small drizzle of rain, the wind was much stronger. The box kite seemed to perform better, although we were probably a little too close to some adjacent trees. I don't mean too close as in that the kites were in danger of becoming entangled, but that the winds were fiercer within their height. I didn't move farther out because there's a nice bench we like to sit on.
Anyway, the Triad (that's the name of the kite, as it's a triangular shape as you may have seen earlier) zipped nimbly along, sometimes like a junkie tweaking on meth, with vicious loop-de-loops and zig-zags. Princess decided she was too scared to fly her own kite (with good reason as I discovered) but did take a short turn with the Triad. (When I got back, I told Cimmy after finding out I could stack multiple Triads, I was a bit bummed that I hadn't gotten more of them. She simply said. "Why didn't you?" Fair enough– I'll probably be going for a FOURTH trip to Joe's, hehe.)
I pulled out my Stowaway Diamond after a while and it was slightly more stable– sometimes. It looked like the wind was pushing it near its limits. So I pulled out the Nexus but put it back almost as quickly as I just didn't feel comfortable trying to put it together in such a fierce wind. I went back to get the Snapshot 1.2 and ask Cimmy for some help with it– but it's probably a good idea I didn't. That style of power kite is meant to get you, yourself airborne if the wind speed is high enough. (Not terribly likely it'd pull a horribly fat guy like me, and it's one of the smaller ones in the series, but, y'know.) Besides, it was after 5 and we went off for game night at Rosie's Diner, which will be the subject of the next post.