To Madison to watch Bri and Tony race in the Nite national regatta. All we could see at the launch site, however, were trailers. The boats were lost in the blizzard. We heard later that the third race of the day was sailed in whiteout conditions with the skippers needing to use dead reckoning to find the marks.

The race was finished but improperly scored so eventually thrown out, meaning that the regatta will not count unless races are sailed tomorrow—and that's unlikely because the snow is now about 5 inches deep and still falling. Quite the snafu, followed by major uproar.

Bri and Tony were doing well, easily in the top ten of the gold fleet.

Back in Whitewater, dinner with the Spaldings and the Johns.