This didn't turn out to be a trekking day, but we still managed to spend a lot of time outdoors, even if it was only in the backyard. My daughter had given Stasia a goodie bag filled with all sorts of project supplies, from various arts and crafts opportunities to an incredible polyfoam jet that was, said the package, capable of flying loop-de-loops. The mere possibility of pulling this off was too tantalizing to pass up, so we taxied out to the grass runway, assembled the plane, adjusted the flaps of the tail, and started to fly. And fly... And fly... While I pined for the old-fashioned balsa wood variety of glider, I had to admit that the newfangled jet performed admirably and often soared and looped as advertised. Stasia couldn't quite get it to do 360s, but no amount of 180s or 270s proved frustrating enough that she wanted to stop trying. We'll get there, I said reassuringly. Just keep flying.