Mother Abraham kindly passed the writing of the trash to me, using some piss-poor excuse of not running trail. Anyways, Whiney and 2:19 apparently needed some new running gear, so circle was held in front of the West County Big River store. This was the first bad idea, since a) there was no place to pee; 2) we were in full view of Manchester Road; and d) it took massive amounts of willpower not to go into BRR and drop $300. No virgins, so chalk talk was basic, with the twist of 8 Troll Bridge Stops.
Turkey/Eagle split was immediate, with one lone harriette braving the eagle trail. Help Me got her miles in last night! Eagles did a lot of bitching about poison ivy, snakes, and a few of them didn't trust their tampons in the creek (we're looking @ you FMR). The frequent TBS with a quality beverage certainly slowed the Eagles down, since they arrived at the BS a good 20 minutes after the Turkeys.
Turkeys sighted the prettier hare @ the lone Turkey TBS, and got so excited about catching a hare that we forgot to get the beer. Sad. The hare eluded the Turkeys, possible using a straw and submerging herself in the 10 foot deep creek.
There were an awful lot of auto-hashers, and not just the ones with adaptive equipment. Just Marcia's dog scared the shit out of a little girl at the park and ate a few cicadas.
Just Alex took off his shirt, and all of the harriettes agree that he is no longer allowed to wear one.
Trail back to circle was straightforward. The FRBs were on the wrong side of the road, and DFL Garage found the final TBS.
Postage ran circle in 95 degree heat, so frankly I'm surprised we aren't still there. As usual, Whiney left during circle so he could avoid a hashshit nomination. Congratulations to Just Randy on 10 runs, and Purdy Mouth for 25 (banded by the lovely Help Me and Garage, respectively). There were many crimes on trail, but somehow I was the only hashshit nomination for stealing a kid's balloon. And we saw more of 2:19 when Lazy gave her $50 for Race for the Cure. On-after was at Hot Shots, and I'm sure many unspeakable things occurred there, but I had to get home before all the beer I drank in circle hit my bloodstream.
What a fucking shitty trail.
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