On arrival at the site the hash cash has already packed up, questions are asked regarding time of arrival, answers and monies are accepted suspiciously. Our hares Care Bear , Bottoms Up & Barbie Doll have found a great A-site which is well located with a sweeping view of the valley between Buddha Mountain and that other very large rock covered in thick jungle? A few fit looking visitors ( Dancing Queen , Lynx , Touch My Bits & H.I.V. ) and the usual suspects are milling about tanking up on fluids and lubing up possible chaffing areas. The Hares warn everyone of possible encounters with a variety of reptiles, insects and spiders, point us in the general direction and we're off!
Earlier suspicions about our visitors are proved correct as they set a healthy pace on-out down a dirt track as the pack spreads out on the first section. Comments are made about the sloping out trail as Dizzy in an insightful moment points out that 'an out-down means an in-up'. Just as the front runners come into view we hit the first check. A quick glance at my qibla wrist mounted compass reads salvation is thataway. Of course it's wrong so it's back to playing catch up. The terrain changes in favor of our shorter member Really Sadistic Bastard as the paper leads into a thorny wood filled with trippers and low hanging branches. Muttered curses to god and nature are heard from HIV as he rips, tears and limbos on ahead.
We emerge from the thicket to a second check situated on a three way section of road. It's a good deep check closing up the pack. Lynx calls on-on and the sweet sounds of Ball Ringer learning to play the bugle rallies the mob. Up & Down Dick and I somehow miss a turn, end up running up the wrong road and have to backtrack. Back into the jungle for a bit which then brings us out to open fields and great views of the valley. At the end of a track the on-in points us back up a long hill. Coming up behind Festering Streaker is going through the pain barrier. Having to view Streaker 's juggling ass-bottle as he pulls in front makes me regret not staying ahead.
All in all a good run by our crack hares, well papered with lots of different terrain and plenty of opportunities to stretch out the legs. Back at the A-site the front running bastards are already necking beers and working up that first beer buzz. The light fades as Lord Lucan's stadium spotlight illuminates what was to be an excellent circle.
On On! Roger the Sick Prick
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