Toe Jam had recruited Superman to co-hare with him on his virgin run and the old master today had done his homework. Early on in the run there were a few excellent checks that deviously split us up. The circle that went through the creek bed, across a small field and out onto the road was genius. Another ignored the 2 obvious trails heading into the mountains, and cut back through the trees on a barely noticeable rabbit run.
I was doing well, cruising along out front until I did my typical screw up, following a wrong trail through a garden and not finding any way to get back to the real trail. Sloppy Rod was grumbling about me until he found out he was up front. We saw the on-in from way across a quarry which meant a jog down to the water at the bottom and a clamber up the stairs to where Sups and Toe Jam were waiting, camera in hand.
The circle was brought to us by His Royal Anus, who really didn’t want to be there! Belly Dancer punished me brutally for helping him out when he goes on holiday. Ugh – hash cash… The On-On-On was at the Beer B Q overlooking the quarry that we’d hashed through – good food, good company (mostly!).