Another Christmas season, another Fuwangi La Sallette run. After the swamp traverse last year, the hare had hoped that he could save on beer, through lack of attendance. WHO would be stupid enough to show up for more of this abuse? Especially with six to ten inches of fresh snow on the ground. But show up they did, and continuing the disturbing trend towards popularity that the hash has had of late, in double digits. And not only did Just Ben and Just Anna return, but they brought another virgin, as well! To top it all, neither Basket nor Bondo were present at 6:30!

Trail was marked in pink flour, hoping to confuse the color-blind Basket. But it pretty much confused everyone else, as the marks were invisible, especially along the road. Trail started off south on Park Street. Flexi and Shemale Man led the newcomers (athletic wanks!) off into the distance along the road. They don’t need no stinkin’ marks! Pubic and WHO followed for a while and then turned back to the last mark, at the corner of Maple St. Hairy Krishna was trying this road, with no success. Finally WHO turned in the parking lot of an electrical supply store (the exit from the previous year), and found marks in the back.

True trail led slightly west of south on a nice path, alongside a small pond and then out to a gas pipeline. Fresh footprints showed that the front pack had been this way, and trail marks were finally seen, heading west. WHO caught up with Amish, and they followed trail as it curved south, and then southeast, circling a good distance from the lights of the Shrine. The rest of the pack was encountered as they approached the “Peace on Earth” sign. Finally, someone found true trail continuing into the woods south. A brief bushwhack led them to a path, and the Beer Check. Forty-five minutes to beer.

Yet again, the BC was marred by the presence of the late-arrival Basket. This was partially mollified by the other late-cummer, Swamp Whine. But a woman’s presence can only do so much. At least Bondo had been scared away by last year’s run. The beer was shared, the Rhubarb refused to rise, and strenuous efforts were again made to ensure that the virgin, at least, would never show up again. Beer finally gone, the hare promised a whiskey check later in the trail. And they were off, again, backtracking back along the way they came.

Trail led towards the lights. It stayed in the woods, though, and the lead pack came to a field, sloping down sharply to the back access road for La Sallette. Downhill, they went. Shemale Man, Flexi and CEP were milling about with WHO and Amish holding back as they tried to find a mark. While this was going on, the rest of the pack came to the top of the hill. They stopped, suspiciously. What was going on? WHO knew right away, and led the group back up, for some whiskey, and a few more songs.

Finally, the hare directed them on. They came into the Shrine itself. Some chose the Stations of the Cross. Some chose the prayer stairs and crypt. Some chose to ignore any marks that may or may not have been there. Somehow, those WHO chose not to run on pavement anymore, wound up in the parking lot at the northwest corner with the hare. Trail looked familiar. Because it was. Back on the nice path, alongside a small pond they went, until they came back out to the street, and the cars.

The circle was formed in the woods behind the dairy. Ratings for the run: another virgin, fine bimbos, festive lights and no Bondo were powerful arguments for a good rating. But Basket, pavement and no swamp countered this. Total +0.69. Two-timers were called upon, the virgin was deflowered, and sang. (Note to future virgin bimbos. We don’t mind seeing a ring or two. Or, for that matter, a RingaRangaRoo. As long as it’s not Basket’s.) Hashit went to Oozing. And no, I STILL can’t remember why. At least this time I have no doubt it was deserved. Finishing up, it was back to Wetherlaines. And they even let us in, two weeks in a row!