As the sun came up the snow melted down. (Continued below the fold.)

‘Round about 10 a.m., as the sun rose in the sky, the east-side downspouts got to trickling. Then sometime after noon (long after the east-siders toned it down) the west-side downspouts took up the refrain. Then, by six bells, all was quiet—and last night’s snow was a distant memory.

Meanwhile, the new trailer (replacement for the one that broke an axel during the Nite nationals) got its final fitting out—including chocks, screw-eyes, and carpet—and, with #300 on board is pulling and straining towards Roger’s barn.

So, as we head into summer, all iceboats (351 completely restored after the collision) and their trailers are ready for next year, which promises to be much better than this year, in a number of ways.