That's an awesome story. I'm sure it could have been 30 degrees. If I can share...It reminded me of waiting outside school one day to be picked up for a scout

That's an awesome story. I'm sure it could have been 30 degrees. If I can share...It reminded me of waiting outside school one day to be picked up for a scout sailing trip. Talking with friends about CS class assignments. Watching it grow later and later. Dark clouds. Then being picked up late by the busy, but adventurous, doctor who owned a sailboat. Arriving at the port late. Leaving late. Setting sail just in time for the storm to arrive. The Puget Sound and not the Atlantic but damn scary. Instead of "ah better be careful, got a bunch of kids here," just a, "I think we can make it." Those who wanted to be out in the weather were up top. Those who didn't want, were below sitting on one of the old bench-couches reading or playing cards. Thank god it was ok to be down there. Until it wasn't. "Everybody out!" Pitch, pitch black outside. Walking downward across the deck because it was natural. Feeling waves smack my hand because the waves were at arm's reach. "Get on the high side!" More orders. This was the guy who asked us what the hell we were doing back there screaming and throwing backpacks around (we hadn't touched them), while he was talking on the analog cell phone and eating a sandwich, while driving his van on two wheels around a corner while driving up to Mt. St. Helens. The tilt threw the backpacks around, not us. Then most of us kids, leaning off the high side, no....more like just sitting on the side. You could make out the big beautiful hull structure over your shoulder. How dead were we? More orders. Eventually being dropped off under those tall metal streetlights, on some island (wrong island). Sleeping overnight on concrete slab, under some large pavilion at an indigenous cultural center that wasn't patrolled. Waking up thirsty. Drinking from the little water hose at a small island airport. Sign: "Do not drink" oh. Later, rendezvous and the same boring scout food. Those who brought Jolly Ranchers already ate 'em. Boredom. Hijinks. Adults decide it's time to go home. Much easier travels on the way back. Sorry, just had to share, it's contagious.