Arvada Kite Festival

The Kites of Death at the Arvada Kite Festival

Saturday was about redemption. Four years ago, my husband Jamie and I attempted to fly the expensive stunt kites we had requested for Christmas. And four years ago, our then-baby Hadley repeatedly escaped death as our kites dive-bombed the ground at speeds fast enough to kill, welp, a small child. It was our first and only attempt at kite-flying. Last weekend, I decided it was time to resurrect Said Kites of Death at the 8th annual Arvada Kite Festival. There were prizes awarded for the highest, smallest, largest and most visually appealing kites but my ambitions were simple: I wanted to learn how to simply fly one. For those unfamiliar with stunt kites, they are a complicated species. With two different lines to manoeuvre, figuring out which line to pull at the exact moment the wind takes...