Just to prove that yes, we are dumb enough to strap ourselves to 12 meter kites on a windy day,
While it may seem that Mike and I have things squarely under control, let me stress that this is only an illusion. These short clips fail to capture the essence of snow kiting, which include me getting yanked into the air backwards and then being slammed on my back and dragged for some ten yards. And then attempting to get up, which happens to take about 80% of the time spent snowkiting. All for about 30 seconds of pure exhilaration, after which the slamming and fighting begin again. Its like learning windsurfing all over again...