Trail began, crossing Fish Road and entering the woods behind the Mercedes dealer, heading west. The shiggy was dense, and although Basket tried early to get lost, he was forced onto the proper trail at the beginning. Trail paralleled Rt. 24 west and soon turned north to a check that had the pack confused for a moment. But eventually, trail was resumed. They came out on Sousa Rd. 

Continuing west, LFE was first to find a turn back into the woods, just east of a reclaimed “superfund” site. With a slight whiff of toxic chemicals spurring them on, the pack climbed uphill and north to encounter a Turkey-Eagle split. The hare recommended that those with dogs take the Turkey. Amish followed suit. Basket went his own way. The main trail crossed through a small gap in some barbed-wire into a field. The field contained large and suspicious brown piles of shite. No, it was not Bondo ’s vacation home. It was the home of the Tiverton herd of Highland cattle. Fortunately, the animals were confined to the lower forty, and were not seen.

Finally, the pack was together as they came out through a second barbed-wire gap onto some powerlines. Fuwangi and LFE led right and they came to the Tequila Check. Fine 100% blue agave “Plata” was opened, with lime wedges and salt. Chips were opened. It was fine, until Basket arrived. So, very quickly they returned west on the powerlines. Trail led down into thicker and thicker briars, and confusion, profanity and generalized whining ensued. But, a quick but well-hidden left led to the true trail out to Main Road.

Trail crossed behind the Li’l Bear Lounge, and down into the construction site end of the Starwoods Condo development. Crossing down steep gravel slopes, they came to a tidal pool and a dirt path. Basket, yet again, was nowhere to be seen. Trail led around the tidal marsh and curved back south on the shores of the Bay to the BC. Beer was brought out, along with a can of Portuguese Octopus, and spiced nuts. Things were looking up. But then, atop the gravel mountain, a lone figure appeared. Too late! Basket saw them.

He joined the group, and immediately called Europeein’ on his cell. She apparently had made it as far as Tiverton. Basket handed the phone to the hare, WHO tried to give directions to her passenger Emu. There was some difficulty because of a language barrier. Both were speaking English. Finally, just as the group packed up to move on, the visitors were seen pulling into the parking lot for The Boathouse Restaurant. The pack followed trail up to a sand bar where the rising tide had made a trickle into a river. The hare, LFE and Basket crossed waist deep in fine tidal shiggy to the dry ground. Amish and Scatwoman circled back and joined the visitors on the dry path to the prominence.

It was decided to circle up. Ratings for the run were artificially altered by the confused visitors who gave very high marks. Basket whined about getting lost, Fuwangi whined about pavement, Scatwoman whined about the fishy smell from the Portuguese octopus and Amish said he had been gonna use this trail before, but decided against it. Total: -0.69. Rank jealousy, I say! Hashit to Basket , for whining and carrying on.

Finishing up, Basket and LFE hitched a ride up to Li’l Bear with the visitors. The hare led Scatwoman and Amish on true trail along the water and then uphill back to the hare’s home, (where a trip to the bathroom in the hare’s kitchen by Scatwoman may have scarred the hare’s daughter for life!). They then drove back to Fish Road and the cars. They all met up in Li’l Bear, which now has a cheap menu available for Monday nights. They sat at the usual table next to the statue of the namesake small bear, and another hash came to a close.