All systems down. Thursday night our truck shit the bed. Friday morning Karen got the vomit virus. High winds and arctic conditions meant sheathing the shanty exterior with brittle plastic became a Herculean task. However, stupidity and a sheer force of will won out. Long-suffering husband Kurt and I left the ice at sundown, leaving behind us a partially stuffed and fully sheathed shanty standing mighty against the wind.
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