Saturday night, late.
Spent the day removing all the ski club member's docks, lifts. Around 6pm, the wind died down and four of us, on a buddy's porch, watching the sun get low, tired, drinks in hand, all looked at each other and said, "screw it, we gotta go one last time".
The water was maybe 59F, but with the extra shots of Maracme tequila, we didn't even slip on our wetsuits.
It was probably the most "fun" skiing of a GREAT year of skiing, running way past dark........:)