Zilker Park hosts the nation's oldest, annual Kite Festival the first weekend of every March. We had a hunch that August would be particularly enamored with the colorful sky this year, so we knew we needed to take the short walk down the street to check out the festivities. Kevin was kind enough to pack us all a little picnic to partake under the blanket of sky skimmers. Sure enough, August was more than intrigued with the various flyers zooming over our heads. The sun was shining, the winds were perfect, and the crowds were thick with old-fashioned fun seekers. All in all it was another wonderful afternoon outing for our little family.
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