In iceboating, there’s a first time for everything.
By Peter Mcgowan June 5, 2018
I look to my left and then to my right and think, I can outrun these guys. I’m rocking the boat, carving channels in the ice so my runners don’t stick. One hand is on the tiller, and the other is clenching the limp wire shroud. The stay flexes as I rhythmically push and pull the boat, building up potential energy, like drawing a bow. When the race starts, I want to be on the back stroke so I can catapult it forward and sprint away from the line. Continue reading on Sailing World.