on Pewaukee Lake. Very windy, very cold, with very hard ice, which means very fast.

Actually, too fast for me. Though I had Nite 165, I sat out the races. (Tony otherwise engaged.) I’m no longer strong enough, flexible enough, and crazy enough for this sort of thing. One probably shouldn’t be racing if if one has difficulty getting into and out of the boat.
Still—hard to beat just being outside, on the ice, experiencing winter at its finest.