But Pax was in his element. When things are melting, more smells are wafting, and Pax got a lot of exercise bounding into, through, and, to some degree, under, diminishing drifts. He was in hunting mode.

Meanwhile, the rest of us worked on projects.

The spot-welds have been smoothed, the dust vacuumed, everything wiped down with vinegar, and strips of glass tape have been cut to appropriate lengths—all in prep for glassing all the many seams.