Sandhills overhead, but still plenty of snow on the ground.

A friend of mine in Whitewater, whom I never expected to be an iceboater, loaned me this book today. It was published in 1974, about when I was getting interested in the sport. Oddly enough, I’ve never come across the book. Also today, Bri and Tony are up at Green Lake getting ready for the 2021 Nite class iceboat national regatta.