All it took was a steady thirty mile per hour wind and a foolhardy stubbornness to get over an utter lack of natural ability. I was really close a few days ago, but my efforts had been hindered when I almost immediately knocked off one of my fins on the reef. But today, with a full set of fins, it was as if there had never been a problem. Yip!

A few of the more memorable moments: C laughing maniacally after releasing the kite and seeing me pulled twenty feet down the beach. Getting cocky with my new upwind skilz and launching way higher into the air then I had any idea how to deal with. But one of the best was watching C's full body tackle of a kite four times her size.

Fun stuff.