Iceboating: How to Ride Mosquitoes

Winter brings out the hero in some people. The first snowfall sends them schussing wildly down some precipitous slope, and the first freeze finds them strapping skates on wobbly ankles and pretending they are Gordie Howe. But of all the sundry forms of midwinter madness, nothing quite matches that of the iceboater. He may spend the summer sprawling in the cockpit of a Star or Lightning, watching the waves lap gently against his hull, sniffing the sea breeze, and reading John O'Hara. But just let the water turn to ice. Out come the brandy, the long Johns, the parka...

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