I set off with barely enough time to get to the run site and as I drove past the football field, I suspected we were heading to the same runsite as Sunday’s run – funnily enough we stopped about 100m short of the site we used on Sunday and that Alice plans to use next Saturday. I admit the trails there are great, but some variety is good! 😉 What is it with pink here???
Apparently I’d missed 9 minutes of the 10 minute hare brief – something about Belly checks? The hare missed out on the important details like who was going to the On-On, but Humperdick kept us organised before we set off. We climbed a hill, traversed a ridge and hit the first circle check. Brownie took the ‘obvious’ trail, which was obviously not going to be the right way, so when Angry Inch told us to follow him, I was a little surprised. Sooner or later we found another circle in a completely different direction and with countless directions worth checking the pack split up. It turns out the trail continued from where we’d had the circle on Sunday… And it set off the same way we did on Sunday – it felt like Deja Vu all over again!
Around the corner we found Square Rooter sat drinking warm beer giving nothing away as he guarded a circle check. It was a long time before Angry Inch gleefully called from back the way we’d come, heading steep up the mountain. Why were the rest of us so dumb? Square Rooter was the hare, there was a check – the obvious place to check is straight up the nearest hill! We reluctantly set off up the hill and there was no sign of Angry – he even managed to second guess the hare at the first Belly (Skiddy) check.
Over the hill I got a cross check wrong, and was chasing to catch up when they called another Belly Check ahead. Scooby and I went back along a neighbouring trail and found the pink strips only for 90% of the pack to short cut straight through the check. It was about here my thigh starting tightening up and my day was pretty much over. I started looking around more and spotted what trail we were on – I’d been the other way down here before – it looked a bit different, but I’m starting to make connections here. Next opportunity I let it go and walked back to the road, intercepting Frozen Dick on the way. Turns out Belly Dancer was already at the A when we got back – when he realised the hare was square rooter, he promptly “twisted his ankle” at the first opportunity – and they call me the most intelligent hasher???
The turn out was great – 20 people turned up in the hope of seeing Fandango sitting on the ice naked… Instead we got Graven Image – can we get a refund?