Blowing like stink yesterday—gale warning tomorrow. Today, with iceboat racing called on, absolutely flat calm. Bri and family took advantage of the situation (after abandoning boating) to do some rocket launching, and the missiles parachuted down almost exactly where they blasted off.

Here in Whitewater, just a gray day, pretty much unsuited for any fun outdoor activity. On top of that Pax heard a noise this morning and became a reluctant walker.

On to spring, or winter, or something.