Got up to a gorgeous morning (and a slight hangover). Went for a ski run, and the water was perfectly flat, but cold, very cold. Tim and I each skied, and it was great. After skiing we spent the rest of the day laying in the sun, worrying about the storm clouds, trying to prevent the destruction of my tent by the wind, and battling the several hundred other people who had invaded our sandbar (Rex, Brian and Chantel's Rot, was very instrumental in this). We wimped out and jumped in the boat to go up the river for pizza. Had another fire and went to bed relatively early (before midnight?)