I just reconciled myself to the fact that my legs have to be the most important tool in my flying arsenal. Now, even when I have a decent breeze I don't stand still. I am always moving. It has become part of my flying rhythm. I flew yesterday in this frustrating, light to nothing, hot wind. I ended up with the kite flying in three different directions over the course of the session, sweating, walking all over the field, and had a blast. What makes inland flying (and getting competent at inland flying) so great is how awesome you can fly when you are at a beach with a steady, clean breeze of any speed coming from off of the ocean.