The bikers were off at 6:30, heading east and then south, followed by the hare. WHO and Wee Balls simply headed west on the On-In trail, and were able to backtrack to the beer check south on the west shore of Spring Lake without any difficulty whatsoever. Being unimaginative, they didn’t bother to alter the checks or marks in any way. Too bad. I am sure that if they had thought of it they could have had Basket irretrievably lost with a minimum of effort.  But they had saved their energy to find the beer, which took them quite some time. The area around the beer check had a ruined building, old fireplaces, steel drums, etc. All this to search! Too bad they didn’t think of the true nature of this hare. The beer was at the base of a tree not ten yards from the mark.

The bikers were led by the athletic yet always crippled Donkey Punch. They apparently crossed Spring Lake Road heading west, and completely circled the lake on some roads. It seemed like forever, but they finally made it to the beer check. The usual excuses, whining, tall-tales, etc. came out. They had a swim. Beer gone, they followed the On-In trail. WHO and Wee Balls led, and even on foot were able to be first back because the bikers persisted in taking the wrong route at the checks. Finally, all arrived at the parking area, as darkness began to fall.