Finally. The boat looks great, and everything worked (apparently reassembled properly).

Whitewater neighbor/friend Dave came with to Pewaukee—to see what iceboating was all about, and to help out. As might be expected, the wind was too light to keep the boat moving with two people in the cockpit. Other boats (two) were out moving marginally, but I did not want to head across the lake and leave Dave standing around. So, I got out and let him drive (with the occasional push) for a while, and then we went for lunch. The Sports Dock has the world’s most amazing tuna melt, and, on my advice, we split one. (They are not only tasty but also enormous.)

I was thinking that Dave might get hooked on the sport, but I get the sense he already has enough fun with his airplane.