It seemed to take me 20 min. to manage to get my skates on (maybe including getting down to the river). Once on the ice, I felt very unsteady, wishing there were boards. Eventually, the motions came back to me, but still I didn't want to land on my knees, and be unable to work (or act). So, I just went a little way down the trail & came back. Fortunately, it wasn't hard to remove my skates.
I spent about an hour in the Great Hall listening to Katherine Nemec, who was very good. She was being broadcast throughout the Fort, but I wanted to stay. In "One Hand In My Pocket", I covered my ears when she got to "I'm brave, but I'm chicken ...", but she left out that word, and I got a little smirk from her.
Then I think I visited the gunsmith, the dairy, the farm (and talked to a ram), then a wintering house (I think) where I did a Mad Lib story about William MacGillivray and his swimming pool.
I had tried to buy a season's pass on-line, but there was a glitch, but Chantal Dallaire was very helpful at the ticket booth, and now I have one, and hope to drop in a few more times this year.
As I was leaving I talked with Chris Merkley, local artist, at the snow painting area.
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