...and the death knell of the ill-begotten, and star-crossed Nite regatta.

On the up side, the regatta, as a result of weather quirks and management mistakes, didn't quite qualify as a regatta, so it actually has to be run again—and then conditions might be more propitious for me to participate in some way.

With the driveway shoveled, the Spaldings were able to get out of it on their way to O'Hare, London, and the English Lake District (the setting of Swallows and Amazons), traveling non-stop until arrival. Talk about jet lag.

A few hours after their departure we had to shovel again.

Some photos from Bri of the non-regatta.