The beginning of the trail showed promise–there was a fair amount of shiggy and the falses kept the pack together for a while. But it wasn’t long before the FRBs broke off from the rest, and Cockjaw, Gayzelle, Chubby Chaser, and I waited at the first beer check for a good 15 minutes until we were joined by the rest of the hounds, who complained that they somehow followed flour all the way out to Hawthorne. Some how our tyrant, Bee Fuck, lost trail completely and never showed up for beer.
As much of a cluster the first leg the trail was, the second was like it’s mentally deficient bastard cousin. After following a steep hill covered in blackberry brambles, we completely lost trail, and it took some wandering until we finally found a check. But unfortunately there was no way to tell which way the trail went. The arrows on trail (there were more than enough), had no directionality and were little help. So some of us went one way, and the rest, the other, with no better than a 50/50 chance of moving towards the all too allusive beer. I was unfortunately on the losing half of those odds, and we ran off in the wrong direction for quite some time before realizing our mistake. O, being the slave to technology that he is, finally called Fuu Fuu to find trail, who simply told us to go back to the start.
So my dreams were crushed, my first chance to experience the highly revered trail (revered by Wildman anyway) of Wildman, and I had to spend 2/3rds of it walking a Beeline off trail to the start. What a disappointment.
The On In was at a beautiful little cove in the woods, complete with a fire pit, big wieners, and a block of ice. Honor to our hares for a fantastic On In location. After last week’s less than smooth religion, half minds were on their best behavior (in a drunken stupor) and Cockjaw was in true form. Honor to Cockjaw for a quick recovery and showing us what a good religion should be.
Let’s all continue to learn from Wildman’s wealth of experience, even if that means what not to do, and remember that we’re all half minds, despite what our mothers tell us.
Sunday: A Sunday jaunt through Forest Park at 10:00 am
Monday: Cums Liberally and Twatsicle do the Kahuna at the Barbur Transit Station in SW
Tuesday: Big Shitter eats a Beaver
Wednesday: Heavy Flow Day and Sixty K-9 deflour Just Danielle at the Hump
Thursday: Gym Nasty does the No Name