And they said it wouldn't last...

...I know *I've* said it in the past.

But today, a mild-side-of-cool fall day, Bois des Iles went for more than eight hours. Yes, e-i-g-h-t, "8," two-cubed, behind the eight-ball, pieces of eight "eight."

At nine hours, it's still on my skin...close...but still...

Who knew?