In a moment of spontaneity and adventure this afternoon, Jonny, Sophia and I decided that we should go and fly a kite. Driving from Kahului to Kihei to pick up the kites from my house, the wind was whipping through the sugar cane fields like a hurricane. As with most weather on Maui, if it’s doing one thing where you aren’t, by the time you get to that part of the island, it will stop when you arrive. When we pulled into the park in Kihei, the wind was barely a breeze. Not exactly the Winnie-the-Pooh, blustery day we had hoped for, but we certainly made the best of it.
When I grabbed the two kites, I also grabbed my camera and put a fisheye lens on it for fun. It’s a lens I do not use very often, but the distortion helped catch all the action I would have missed.
It has been years since I tried to fly a kite, but it was fantastic to share the experience with friends. We had a few crash landings, but nobody got hurt…not even the kites!
Even I took the time to enjoy the moment.
After the wind disappeared, we headed over to the jungle gym in an attempt to burst into flames. We were unsuccessful as cavorting combustibles, but came damn close to our boiling point. There is no shade and most of the equipment is metal, so the fun factor diminishes by 10 for every degree hotter than 80.
I found some shade at the top of the slide and began to understand why homeless people prefer to sleep in covered slides and cement tubes in public parks.
What a nice way to enjoy a day off from work.