Manitowish Waters. Miles and miles of trails of all kind—paved, gravel, and…twisty, boulder-strewn, semi-vertical, very skinny mountain bike horrors. Somehow I got on a stretch of one of those…and lived to tell about it. Of course, for Will, Katy, Ab, and Tony, trails like that are cotton candy.

And, later, back at the boathouse, a torrential thunderstorm, aka a duck-drownder.