a crew of tentacles were dispatched to the berkeley marina where a kite festival was taking place. the elder tentacle had quickly positioned ourselves in an nice slope and unfurled squeaky into the winds. she flew higher and higher and battled with bigger and better kites but lived to fight another day. the kite festival continues today with lots of events and people and flying contraptions and hopefully a little more sun.
and what about the berkeley marina? that's a hidden gem, wait, the entire shoreline 5 minutes from the house is a gem; the views, the trails, the horses, the beach, the ocean, and all types of wind enthusiasts. big up!!
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not to mention the five kite tangle we had that nearly turned sour with the local kite renegade bad-mouthing our efforts at a collective resolution.
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