Well, luckily, as we were packing up, a black line appeared on the horizon and before we could walk the mile back to the car, we got soaked. Proper, to-the-bone, icy cold wind freezing, soaked. So, the harness got a free wash. Which I suppose is ok.
I took the family to the park and let the wife thump the stacker into the ground for half an hour this afternoon. Man, it was windy, definately not blade wind, it was lumpy as all hell. God, I hate park flying, I don't know how you guys do it.