There’s nothing new to write about this week. We’ve been out-of-town visiting relatives. We took kites along with us. Especially low wind kites as we were going to be in inland locations. But there was absolutely no wind. Not a breath of it. The temperatures cooled down a little bit but the wind just wouldn’t cooperate. Except for the morning of the last day as we were packing the car to head for home. then it picked up to a perfect easy breeze. Drat!!!!!!!
Now we’re home and getting prepared just in case Hurricane Irene pays us a visit. And, yes, there is a wind. And it is a little to high for us to fly. We just can’t win!!!!!! Though I’m sure there are some brave, young souls who are going to kite surf and fly the larger soft stunt kites so they can get dragged down the beach. More power to them. Maybe after all this has gone by we can get back to flying. In the mean time…
All plans for the weekend were changed in an instant. There was a frenzy of straightening up and vacuuming the dog hair. Well, maybe not a frenzy but there was some activity. Dust the guest room, fluff the pillows, company’s coming. With almost no notice, our daughter came home. We got to spend a day together talking, walking the beach and eating. Amazing how family times always come down to food. Whether its home-cooking or eating at your favorite restaurant, that’s where connections are remade.
Anyway, Sunday became family day and we didn’t get to the kite fly. All intentions were to fly together as a family. But talk got in the way. And did I mention food? We did get to the kite shop for a visit. And to beg forgiveness for not shoeing up to fly. Since we brought the reason with us, we were forgiven and had a nice although short visit. Then it was off to the beach for a walk in the sand. You see, living your whole life at the beach and then moving to the mountains leads to some serious withdrawal problems. And they just don’t go away over time. More talking, more food and some indoor beanbag bocce ball and the visit was over. Too fast.
So what does one do when the company leaves? Well, go fly a kite, of course. The winds were in the perfect range for some Vamp Devil flying. The temperatures had moderated a bit and the skies were mostly blue. We grabbed a couple of kites and made up for the missed flying day. My husband committed himself to flying a quad line kite. We have matching Vamp Devils and he decided that Monday was the day to learn how to fly his. And he did quite well. Yes, there were some crashes but no damage. Some tangled lines but no breaks. He even managed a reverse launch on his own. Although he’ll tell you he has no idea how he did it. We even got both Vamp Devils up together. I should clarify that our Vamp Devils are not exact matches. They are more of a set. Mine is black with red accents. His is red with black accents. And they looked pretty good in the sky. It won’t take long before my husband is comfortable with his and we can work on some team flying. But first we must work on those landings.
Our local kite festival is only ten weeks away. I’d better start thinking about a routine.
I live by that phrase. I am perpetually late for most things in my life. Yes, most times it only five minutes or less but it’s still late. And so is this posting. Right now it’s because there isn’t much to talk about. The weather is still too hot to do much. And, as usual, the wind is not cooperating.
Sunday was the weekly club fly. We have been seeing strong winds most of the week. The forecast for Sunday was for winds to moderate and be at an ideal level for flying. Weatherman, can you ever get anything right? It was howling a gale out on the beach. There were a lot of people out that morning. And there were quite a few kites in the air. Most notably, a large Sutton with a banner tail and lots of line laundry hanging from it and a HQ Triangulation, also with line laundry. Most of us foolishly listened to the weatherman and only brought mid-range kites and didn’t want to risk damage in the higher winds. So we stood around a lot and talked a lot.
The stronger winds did not stop the Revolution fliers. There were several vented Revs and Super Sonic Revs in the air. Now those kites are made for stronger winds and so they were flying great. And one flier was having a ball launching himself with a HQ Symphony. I think it was a Symphony 2.2 but I’m not sure. Anyway, the pull on that kite was so much that at times the guy was sitting on the sand and digging his heels in to stay close to one place. That’s way more that I want to handle. So after a while we picked up our bags and headed to the kite shop for more chit-chat.
We did manage to fly one night this past week. About an hour before sunset, the winds seemed to be just right for some flying and it was starting to cool off some. I tried to put up the Goblin stack I had just put together. No luck. There wasn’t enough wind to launch the three-stack. Rats! But I did bring along the Nebula. I hadn’t flown it yet and was looking for a good opportunity. That night was the night. I took off like a dream. No pull. Very responsive. I tried a couple of “push” turns and it was fantastic. Sharp turn, no oversteer and straight tracking. I still need practice with those type of turns but it was so easy. I even managed a square in the sky. OK, so it was more like a lop-sided rectangle. But that was the closest I’ve ever come to completing that manuever. There is hope for making me a precision flier. Sweet kite, that Nebula. It was dark by the time we left the beach. Oh. for more evenings like that one.
I’ve lost track of the days that there has been an extreme heat advisory. Extreme high temperatures plus extreme high humidity equals record-setting temperatures. There is no reason to be out in the sun and the heat unless you really have to. So we did not go to the beach and we did not fly any kites on Sunday. It was the regular club fly day but it was just too hot. And on top of that, there was no wind. Usually a breeze coming off the water can make the day a little more bearable. But not that day. We called our friend from the kite shop to see if anyone was flying and if we were needed to come out there. Only one other person arrived and it didn’t take much talking to convince him that there would be no flying. So we all stayed in the air conditioning and avoided heat exhaustion and dehydration. We can always fly another day.
The day wasn’t totally without kites, however. I have started sewing on my next kite. I’m making a Dunston-Taylor Box Delta. I’m kind of doing things backwards. The colors were picked out to match some line laundry. I can only hope the kite has the pull and the stability to haul the three-legged drogue. As if that wasn’t enough, I’m also putting some appliqué to the wings and box to add interest. I just can’t seem to do kite building the easy way. If the drogue turns out to be too much for the kite, I will use the leftover material to make a pennant tail to trail behind this kite. I’ve seen photos of this type of tail attached to this kite and it looks fantastic.
I also took my three Goblins and stacked them together. Now I just need a little wind to see how they fly. And I need some cooler temperatures.
For all those who have to be out in the heat; stay hydrated, take breaks in the shade, and don’t over-exert.