by John Myers, Duluth News Tribune

Daniel Case [GFDL ( or CC BY-SA 3.0 (], from Wikimedia Commons

The first thing you notice is that there is no brake.

But then, after wind fills the sail and you are gliding across the ice, you really don’t care.

Rapid acceleration. Freedom. Speed. Quiet. The click-clack of the runners on ice, but little other noise. Then a little panic as the first turn goes a little too fast. But there’s nothing much to smash into, except the occasional portable ice fishing shelter or an ice skater. Or shore. Or maybe a fracture in the ice. Or, if you tip, the ice itself.

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