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Much like the previous years, kiteboarding and the associated social life driven by my recent acquaintances dominated my spare time. Travel in search of kiting spots took me to Martha's Vineyard, Florida, Colorado, North Carolina, New York State, and the quest for the session took me to 31 different spots for 74 days of riding on the ocean, 6 days on snow. I had 11 days at Pleasure Bay, 7 at Winthrop, 6 each at Nahant, Mayflower and Horseneck.

The next morning I woke up, grabbed a hunk of swordfish from the night before to go feed the fish off the dock.

Looking at the pond and seeing how much the surroundings have changed since the beginning of summer, it was a little sad to see the leaves starting to fall signalling the end of warm days and warning us of the chill that's pending.

I was at this really awesome party.

There was booze flowing like a river, a killer band and loads of fabulous people. The band front man stopped playing so that he could make an announcement.

All of a sudden one of the NY Rangers skated in and said something about the President of the United States and how he was outside and wanted to come in.

I started to panic because I didn't make enough cupcakes.

There was also something about hot air balloons and possibly a monkey... ..

And then my alarm went off.

Let me preface all this with a disclaimer *there are a few of these in this post*:

DISCLAIMER 1: No one in this post is actually a demon regardless of how utterly insane they might look because I can's seem to deal with red/white/crazy eyes. I should also apologize for not getting pictures of everyone. Also some pictures didnt come out so if you were there and I didnt get to post a pic of you Im sorry. Finally I cant seem to resize these picture so sorry for the ginormous size.

I showed up at a beautiful beach on Cape Cod Bay, one kiter on the water. He came right over to me, overjoyed at having a little company. His name is Brian, he normally kites Corpus Christy. He says our water is cleaner. He offered me some food, his wife video taped us. The other beach goers were all hooting and hollering and watching with glee. Kiting in New England is nice because it's intimate, hardly ever crowded, most often the opposite, kiters looking for one another, with onlookers cheering us on. I have rarely experienced it any differently.