So, I arrived in Grand Forks, ND from Mt. Pleasant, MI after 29 hours on a Greyhound Bus, on New Years Eve. Within minutes Sam Salwei swooped me up to meet the folks I would be living with and we were off to snowkite.
Keep in mind that before today I have never snowkited, and have barely stepped foot on a snowboard. (Well, twice. . . the first time I broke my wrist and the second I wore major wrist guards, sliding mostly on my face.)
The first snowkiting lesson went supprisingly well, and continued into the fall of the stary sky, well past dusk. I am already addicted to this increadible sport, and I haven't even gotten into the snowboard part of it yet.
I learned about the wind window, which I think is the most important concept while flying on of these massive kites.