Nothing is weirder than being with 7,000 other people in the dead of winter waiting to see a groundhog. That's why it was so great. 5:30 am - dancing with people dressed like groundhogs, watching fireworks in the middle of the woods, enjoying a bonfire. Waiting for the break of dawn...
then, actually believing that a rodent can prognosticate. Ah, pagan rituals. Where would we be without them?