Runaway

A dusting of snow this morning and very windy - around 15 m/p/h.  I had failed to get the box kite up and maintain altitude earlier in the week when the winds were half that.  Bet I could do it today.  So I put on my cold weather gear and took the kite out.  Yes!  On the second try, the box kite was up and away and the line was feeding out as fast as I could manage.  Unfortunately, the wind's pull was more than the tensile strength of the string and suddenly the line went slack.  Whipped out the camera and took a pic in the direction the kite was headed.   Walked after it: across that field to Gorgeous Gorge.  Glad it didn't go down there because even if it is shallow, I wouldn't chance walking on that ice.  On past that pasture and across the next field. One more field to go before I'd have to e-mail this pic to my neighbor and explain why he might find a kite in his swamp.  There, caught against a fence, was the wayward kite.  Was thinking on the walk back to the house that this wind is great and shouldn't let it go to waste.  Washed the bed comforter and sheets and hung them outside to dry.  I'd lost my thermometer during the winter but the way the material stiffened before I could get the clothes pins in place, I knew the temp might still be only in the teens.  However, with a wind like that all was dry by noon.





Nobody can tell me, Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes.
But if I stop holding the string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind for a day and a night.
And when I found it, wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind had been going there too.
So then I should tell them where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from, Nobody knows.
    A.A. Milne