Hard but bumpy ice. Brisk wind. Nites 10 and 351 took advantage...for a shakedown sail. And shaky it was. On one tack I was running downwind at a high rate of speed with ice chips pinging off my nose when a yellow/red/black bullet whizzed past me so fast I could hardly see it. (351 is going to be rather competitive.)

We didn't stay out long, thinking it would be prudent to keep the boats from breaking apart.

And after the sail, we finally got in our long longed-for Sports Dock tuna melt. (But, being prudent, we ordered only one of the gigantic things, and split it. Still, quite a bit of yum.)