Everything comes to those who wait. Longfellow My husband, known around here as the Night Ranger, and I embark on our two-hundred-mile drive up north to the cabin. He wants to get the pontoon out of the pole barn and make room for other things. “Let’s do it today,” he says. I want to, too. Two seasons is two too long to wait for the ice to melt in Ottertail County, Minnesota. Time to launch it. Whirling somewhere in the gray matter, though, is the thought that the pontoon never gives us an easy go of it. Whether it’s getting…