This winter marked the first year I got out under a kite with a snowboard.  Cleverly using the college visit excuse, I manged to find my way 6 hours North in the small town of Lowville located on the famous snowmobile area of the Tugg Hill Plataue. About 2 hours away we hit total white out. Calling the hotel after Google Maps lead us to no where, they asked if I was on a snowmobile, and sounded rather surprised to here I was not. It was at this moment I knew I was in the right place.

Waking up in the morning, and peering out of the window, the wind turbines filled the otherwise empty skyline. Down the hall in the lobby, the kiters ran around, hurrying out the door.

Driving up to the base camp area, the air seemed to be void of kites, but the ground was not missing kiters. Waiting around for the 25+mph winds to drop to a managable level.

Inside the barn that the land owner so lovingly allowed us to use, a pot of Venisine stew, and snowkiting DVDs projected on the wall greeted us.

Not long after, kites were hitting the air, and the fun started happening. I was lucky enough to have my dad sitting around with nothing to do, so he was more then happy to take pictures.

You can find all of the pictures on my Flickr page. Feel free to let me know if you’d like full resolution of any of them.