05 November 2005
28. And There Was Much Rejoicing
Southern Comfort H3 - 26 March 2004
While I’m writing this, I’m hearing the dirty-brown water chugging inside the washing machine, as the laundry soap tries to do something with all the putrified mud. It turns out Blue Juice found some swamp juice for us to trudge through.
Because work has been so horrific lately, I needed a shiggy fix really bad. I bolted out of the building Friday evening and motored to the start, actually craving a beer. I almost stopped at a liquor store on the way so I could chug one before trail started, but I figured if I couldn’t wait a couple more hours, I’ve got bigger problems than just having a crappy job. Any work issues were forgotten a short while later when Hood Ornament drove up to make her official return to Atlanta. There was much rejoicing as we all said our hello’s and welcome-back’s, and got ready for what we hoped was a dirty trail.
Not long after, Mister Juice said his goodbyes and bolted off. The hounds (anyone want to post them? I always end up forgetting someone) waited the typical five minutes and gave chase, in what would start as a huge U-shaped section of street around a giant parking deck. The last part of the U was in a narrow piece of shiggy that turned into a wider expanse of briars. That turned into some shiggy paralleling a creek, leaving us to wonder why we weren’t in the water. The question remained after we crossed the creek and wound up moving away from the water on the other side.
All of a sudden we stepped into muck and realized BJ’s plan: Swamp. He found some nasty mess that at times left us questioning whether our shoes would cum back up with our feet. There was much rejoicing as this sloshing continued for quite a while, until we finally worked our way to firmer ground. For the rest of the trail, we were never too far away from water or deep forest. Toward the end, we even hit another bit of swamp.
Was this a snareless hash? Yup. Beer at end? Absofuckinlutely. Was everyone in? Nope. Head Nurse, Dane Bramaged and Cum Scout never made it to the on-in. Some of us headed back to the start to check and cross our fingers, while the rest of the pack hung out at the end. After a while, there was much rejoicing as the three hounds got back to the cars. Some of the pack had an impromptu second circle for the late hounds, who told us they had trouble at one of the checks, and ended up bailing out on trail. Directions from the locals helped them get back to the start.
I believe a few thank you’s are in order: Slippery Slit for beermeistering, Blue Juice for haring, the Daughter of Blue Juice for bimboing, and 2 Crabs for shaming me into doing a trail in June.
The April 2nd hash will be the last almost-all-dark trail before the time change. Harelips will be throwing flour. You know, either on the ground or at Cheaper. The start is posted.
Until next time,
I love beer
While I’m writing this, I’m hearing the dirty-brown water chugging inside the washing machine, as the laundry soap tries to do something with all the putrified mud. It turns out Blue Juice found some swamp juice for us to trudge through.
Because work has been so horrific lately, I needed a shiggy fix really bad. I bolted out of the building Friday evening and motored to the start, actually craving a beer. I almost stopped at a liquor store on the way so I could chug one before trail started, but I figured if I couldn’t wait a couple more hours, I’ve got bigger problems than just having a crappy job. Any work issues were forgotten a short while later when Hood Ornament drove up to make her official return to Atlanta. There was much rejoicing as we all said our hello’s and welcome-back’s, and got ready for what we hoped was a dirty trail.
Not long after, Mister Juice said his goodbyes and bolted off. The hounds (anyone want to post them? I always end up forgetting someone) waited the typical five minutes and gave chase, in what would start as a huge U-shaped section of street around a giant parking deck. The last part of the U was in a narrow piece of shiggy that turned into a wider expanse of briars. That turned into some shiggy paralleling a creek, leaving us to wonder why we weren’t in the water. The question remained after we crossed the creek and wound up moving away from the water on the other side.
All of a sudden we stepped into muck and realized BJ’s plan: Swamp. He found some nasty mess that at times left us questioning whether our shoes would cum back up with our feet. There was much rejoicing as this sloshing continued for quite a while, until we finally worked our way to firmer ground. For the rest of the trail, we were never too far away from water or deep forest. Toward the end, we even hit another bit of swamp.
Was this a snareless hash? Yup. Beer at end? Absofuckinlutely. Was everyone in? Nope. Head Nurse, Dane Bramaged and Cum Scout never made it to the on-in. Some of us headed back to the start to check and cross our fingers, while the rest of the pack hung out at the end. After a while, there was much rejoicing as the three hounds got back to the cars. Some of the pack had an impromptu second circle for the late hounds, who told us they had trouble at one of the checks, and ended up bailing out on trail. Directions from the locals helped them get back to the start.
I believe a few thank you’s are in order: Slippery Slit for beermeistering, Blue Juice for haring, the Daughter of Blue Juice for bimboing, and 2 Crabs for shaming me into doing a trail in June.
The April 2nd hash will be the last almost-all-dark trail before the time change. Harelips will be throwing flour. You know, either on the ground or at Cheaper. The start is posted.
Until next time,
I love beer
# posted by L&F @ 6:00 PM 
