I was so excited to be jumping around like a wounded duck that i forgot to rip my clothes off.
It was blowing 12 miles per hour on our beloved "Petroleum Point", and felt like zero degrees.
Thanks mucho to the crew for pulling out all the stops. Nearly all of the stops. We couldn't find any freaky furry costumes with such a late notice. --Pretty sure Bushy has a whole closet full of them, but he was nowhere to be found.