The kite bag went straight into the car, and I headed for one of my local beaches with a single goal in mind: To FLY!
If last weekend was all about patience and whispers of wind, this one was the complete opposite. There was more wind—much more. So much, in fact, that my ultralight Zaephay didn’t even make it out of the bag. This was clearly a day for something built to handle power.
The weather itself was decent enough. Partly cloudy skies, around 18°C at home—but noticeably cooler out by the coast. And then there was the wind. A fresh breeze rolling in from the fjord, making its presence known long before I reached the beach.
Walking through the forest on the way down, the treetops were already swaying, leaves rustling with intent. That was the first real clue.
The second came the moment I stepped onto the beach. The wind hit clean and steady—straight in from the sea.
That direction is always a gift. Wind coming off the water tends to be smoother, more consistent, less turbulent than what you get inland. But “smooth” doesn’t mean “gentle.” Not today.
This was strong. …Very strong.
So the choice of kite was easy: my triple-vented green machine. Built for exactly these kinds of conditions, it features three vented panels on each side, allowing a significant amount of air to pass through the sail. That reduces pull, increases control, and—most importantly—keeps the kite flyable when the wind decides to crank things up.
And crank it up it did.
But here’s the thing: a well-vented kite doesn’t just survive in strong wind—it thrives. What could easily turn into a fight becomes something far more enjoyable—controlled power. Precision. Speed when you want it, stability when you need it.
The kite stayed responsive, predictable, and—above all—fun.
It’s a different kind of flying compared to those near-zero wind sessions. Less about subtlety, more about timing and strength. But just as rewarding in its own way.
So… was it a good day?
Well.
Take a look at the video—and judge for yourself.
