We arrived late from NYC, DC, and some airport in Virginia. It was midnight and we snuck into the national park, grabbed a sleeping bag along with something to stave off the mosquitoes, and found a part of the beach without an active campfire. I bought this funky little mosquito net that provides a dome of netting right around the head of a single sleeping bag, sort of like the top end of a bivy sack. Shawn and Chris didn't have this, thus didn't get the wonderful four or so hour sleep under the stars. It started to rain, so we slept the last few hours of the night into our cars. The tent nor the Winnebago toting neighbors were present until the next night.
The learning curve for kite surfing can be frustrating ranging from lack of or blustery wind, gear problems, and just not knowing what the hell you are doing because you just learned a skill yesterday and the learning of the next level skill has the assumption of complete competence in the previous. Shawn was the first to get completely airborne with his wayward kite during a body drag . Chris practiced some emergency techniques while we waited for wind. Wind was not his friend on the last day. I blew out my eardrum during my triumphant, yet brief, plane on the board. Successful planing on the board means the pilot can control the 11 plus square meter kite in the wind window, sheet in and out for power, and trust that he can do everything relying on muscle memory.
While waiting for Gary to arrive the third day, Shawn found a nice quiet port-o-potty to take care of immediate business, only to have the industrial wondervac roll up next to the stall.
Random comments of the pictures above so I sound like I gained some understanding. The resting position is straight over head. The wind keeps the kite aloft like the wing of a plane but doesn't have any power. Shawn demonstrated a successful landing of the kite along the edge of the wind window.
A good waterproof camera would have been perfect for the second day, because we were in the water for four or five hours . One of the kite boarders launched himself over us. We were standing and he, in complete control , dipped his kite into a power stroke and jumped over us. None of us are quite at that level yet!
Take the Cape May/Lewis Ferry if only to avoid a couple hours of I95 and add some beauty to an otherwise congested drive along the Northeast Corridor.
We arrived late from NYC, DC, and some airport in Virginia. It was midnight and we snuck into the national park, grabbed a sleeping bag along with something to stave off the mosquitoes, and found a part of the beach without an active campfire. I bought this funky little mosquito net that provides a dome of netting right around the head of a single sleeping bag, sort of like the top end of a bivy sack. Shawn and Chris didn't have this, thus didn't get the wonderful four or so hour sleep under the stars. It started to rain, so we slept the last few hours of the night into our cars. The tent nor the Winnebago toting neighbors were present until the next night.
The learning curve for kite surfing can be frustrating ranging from lack of or blustery wind, gear problems, and just not knowing what the hell you are doing because you just learned a skill yesterday and the learning of the next level skill has the assumption of complete competence in the previous. Shawn was the first to get completely airborne with his wayward kite during a body drag . Chris practiced some emergency techniques while we waited for wind. Wind was not his friend on the last day. I blew out my eardrum during my triumphant, yet brief, plane on the board. Successful planing on the board means the pilot can control the 11 plus square meter kite in the wind window, sheet in and out for power, and trust that he can do everything relying on muscle memory.
While waiting for Gary to arrive the third day, Shawn found a nice quiet port-o-potty to take care of immediate business, only to have the industrial wondervac roll up next to the stall.
Random comments of the pictures above so I sound like I gained some understanding. The resting position is straight over head. The wind keeps the kite aloft like the wing of a plane but doesn't have any power. Shawn demonstrated a successful landing of the kite along the edge of the wind window. 
A good waterproof camera would have been perfect for the second day, because we were in the water for four or five hours . One of the kite boarders launched himself over us. We were standing and he, in complete control , dipped his kite into a power stroke and jumped over us. None of us are quite at that level yet!
Take the Cape May/Lewis Ferry if only to avoid a couple hours of I95 and add some beauty to an otherwise congested drive along the Northeast Corridor.
