I arrived at the dock this morning for the Henderson Inlet race, the second to the last of the inlet series, to discover that the boat I crew on, Koosah, was surrounded by a half-inch layer of ice.  Not wanting to destroy the bottom paint trying to ice-break our way out to open water, our skipper announced we wouldn't be going out.  It was too early (and too cold) to start drinking beer, so I turned around and headed back to Seattle.  My car told me it was 23 degrees as I got back on the road.