Trail started off with excuses about the rain washing out the marks. Ha! As if… The pack headed down Meadow and entered Cold Spring Park. A falsie downstream along the river occupied their time for quite a while. Finally Flexi found the remnant of what once might have been a mark in the opposite direction, and the pack followed. Trail crossed the river at the Singleton St. bridge.

Trail appeared to turn left on River St. and then up to 2^nd Ave. It got a bit confusing here. Most continued uphill, onto Rhodes Ave. WHO and Flobanger actually entered some woods here, halfway up the hill. But no marks were seen. Flexi and Shemale Man ran uphill, downhill, up 3^rd Ave. and back, even heading back to Laurel St. The two-timers Just Jay and Just Whitney appeared to be interested in exercise, as they faithfully followed all the false leads.

Finally a mark was seen on 2^nd Ave. This led to Fairmount, and they turned right, guided by pschic intuition no doubt, because flour had nothing to do with it. Almost at the top of the hill, they found a mark and turned right on 8^th or 9^th to find the hare and his friend Just Burt. Just Burt had obviously been smoking something way too strong and had agreed to host the Beer Check in his garage. The pack straggled in.

The BC was marked by fine garage acoustics with which the pack serenaded the host, his wife and his teenaged daughter. Her boyfriend sampled a Bondo-brew. This may be a good thing, as it will probably put him off beer forever. But distant sirens were heard, probably summoned by the neighbors. It was time to leave.

The way back was dead reckoning, and WHO led the leaders across the Fairmount bridge and up Blackstone to Highland to Meadow. When all were gathered, they circled up, in the garage. The run was rated. Excellent weather,  more than 1 mile of actual trail, and a beer check outside of the hare’s home were good. But the lack of shiggy, the miles of pavement, and no one lost on trail counterbalanced nicely. Total: +0. Just Burt was questioned. The two-timers were brought in again, and told another joke. Hashit went to Shemale Man. Don’t even bother to ask. Finishing up, they moved upstairs for more Bondo-brew and chili. Ah, Tuesday mornings after a Bondo hash! Has to be experienced, at least once.