Let's Go Fly A Kite

With tuppance for paper and strings,

You can have your own set of wings,

With your feet on the ground,

You're a bird in a flight,

With your fist holding tight,

To the string of your kite.

Let's go fly a kite,

Up to the highest height,

Let's go fly a kite, and send it soaring,

Up through the atmosphere,

Up where the air is clear,

Oh, let's go fly a kite!

When you send it flyin' up there,

All at once you're lighter than air,

You can dance on the breeze,

over 'ouses and trees,

With your fist 'olding tight,

To the string of your kite!

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Yesterday we spent an awesome day at the coast with our friends SpartanBabe and BuddyBear (Meg & Josh)  They had the idea to go over spend the day, have a picnic lunch and fly some kites.  It was splendiferous.

We dressed appropriately for a day at an Oregon Beach - Keen hiking shoes, heavy moto-cross socks up to the knee, long johns under the jeans, at least two shirts and a windproof and/or heated jacket.  We still came away with an Oregon tan = windburn.

Troubadour started us a nice fire on the beach with driftwood.  He has mad skills with a Jetboil.  

(Jetboils make for easy fire starting)

(Troubadour feeding the fire)

Josh and Meg brought their two dogs along, so there were games of fetch played as well.

(Annie and Oakleigh)

I occupied myself by wandering a bit and taking photos of different things.  We are lucky that Oregon beaches along the Pacific Ocean are all public.  A person cannot own a stretch of beach - none are private.

We had a wonderful day and I believe there are a few more trips to the beach in our future.

- Au Revoir

" Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year." - Ogden Nash

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