Memories of Kites.
On my last "family road trip," the year after I graduated from high school we drove from Calgary to the border between California and Oregon and camped along the way. I was after the Salinas Valley, as per The Grapes of Wrath. We didn't quite make it, but I bought a kite in a town where one of my teenage online saviors grew up and flew it on the beach in the west coast wind.
I brought my kite to Halifax, I can't wait to go flying.
I brought my kite to Halifax, I can't wait to go flying.
1 Comments:
Oh yay! I hope the flying goes well. I rode my bike to the beach at Beacon Hill today, people were flying kites and gliding around in parachutes! You should come fly kites here someday.
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