No, not the temperature, the length of the icicle—a 10 inch gain in just one day. We just may see the monster meet its growing stalagmite—before the whole thing comes crashing down.

Milder day, with the temp almost up to the freezing point of water. Pax found the softer snow delightful, rolling and crawling in it until called away.

Bri and I worked on the Wombat, removing the lubberly built plank bolt anchors (in prep for the construction of appropirate ones) while Mimi stayed home preparing a traitional Sunday dinner. Later in the afternoon, Bri, Renee, Ellie,Maddie, Becca, and Morgan came down to Whitewater house to partake.