A boy has gotta have some fun now and again. After a long weekend of working on the house getting it ready to sell, the wind lined up perfectly this afternoon. Brother in-law, Kirk, accompanied me on my 2nd outing at the gnarly Dallas Street kite beach. I’m probably at an intermediate level. When conditions are perfect I have a riot out there – Trying out new tricks and generally playing around. Dallas Street is survival for me. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I didn’t have too many crashes and no major disasters until the end. Ended up ejecting to not get launched into the cliff but came home safe and kite is intact.
Who was the genius that invented this sport?
A few pics taken by my assistant who is still recovering from surgery.