One year in the 80’s, I went to a bonspiel with my BFF Dennis. We curled with a skip in Haines Junction, Yukon. It was so warm the natural ice melted. There was a couple of inches of water on the curling sheet. To get your rock to go anywhere you had to rock it as you threw it. It was a curling bonspiel to remember. We were soaking wet by the time we finished. Whoever was able to rock their stone all the way to the house had that special skill. We even tried to sweep the water with corn brooms!