Let's Go Fly a Kite

Saturday on Long Island. Despite the jet-lag, I managed to be up by 8. The day started off a little cool, watching 8-year olds play play flag football. They were pretty good for such little guys!

After a little retail-therapy, we headed for the Smith Point beach. This is the beach where the TWA 800 flight crashed in 1996. There is a memorial that overlooks the ocean, with wild grasses and shrubs growing all around it. Flags of all the nationalities of people who died on the flight line a boardwalk, with several memorials detailing the names of the victims. Very serene.

It was a little breezy, so the waves; were awesome.

We really did try to fly a kite, but the wind just whipped it every which way, and it crashed more often than it flew.

I had the privilege of getting to fly over parts of Long Island. My cousin's husband recently got his pilot's license, and took me and his in-laws up. It was tons of fun. We even flew over the beach we had stood on earlier in the day. You could really see the brilliant red maple trees from 1500 feet in the air.

We finished things off with a visit to a local pizzaeria, where I got to try the Salad pizza. Its a pizza crust with salad on top. Anthony, who owns the place, makes his own salad dressing, and its pretty much the best I've ever had.