We cranked up the snowblower and unlimbered the shovels, but to no avail—continuous snowfall and a driving wind quickly erased our puny efforts. The dogs spent little time outdoors, and poor Buddy found pooping uphill to be something of a challenge. No danger today of confusing Whitewater with either Mexico or Arizona.

The human occupants spent most of the day down below, in the shop or sewing room.

We may be witnessing the end of iceboating for this year.