On the third day of FrostBurn, I woke up feeling much better. I was nice and warm inside the winter shelter overnight. I got to have a lot of bacon during the day — largely from the Church of Bacon camp. Too much bacon, I think — if that's even possible [although I could still smell it two days and three showers after I returned.] I got my sea-legs back and had a few drinks during the day. I didn't participate in the Polar Plunge, though, figuring it was something I would not regret if I didn't do it.
I had another nice night beside a roaring fire. I even played with melting glass in the fire. After one of the guys left and took his music, I pulled the Buick around and played some stuff for people. Unfortunately it was already quite late so it wasn't long before we called it a night. I don't even remember turning off the battery on the car, but I got up later and checked and it was fine.