Hare: Hairy Krishna<br/>
Pack: WHO, Cracker, Rusty, WIPOS, Basket, Lost Puppy, Amish, Mr Rogers, PG<br/><br/>

Away - 6:30. Weather - feckin' freezing Jimmy<br/><br/>

So there we were, in a parking lot by Petco. The hare could have gotten us dog biscuits and we probably wouldn't have noticed, but honestly, they're really expensive now, so human snacks were probably cheaper.<br/>
I digress. <br/><br/>
It was freezing cold and WIPOS thought he knew better and had parked at the entrance of the lot so the rest of the pack could drive by him and wave and let him know he was in the wrong spot. We set off across a rocky hillside where there are allegedly fossils. There were none to be seen, though plenty of shards of broken glass and rusty (RUSTY) metal. <br/><br/>
Then we ran through a parking lot and had to dodge frenzied Attleborro shoppers. Then we stumbled through more broken glass alongside a fence and through a former houseless person's encampment.<br/><br/> 
Then we stumbled through a swamp and over more rocks and broken glass.
Then we stumbled up and over a rocky hillside. Finally we stumbled upon some actual trail, which led us straight up a rocky miserable hill as the winds of the arctic steppes swept amongst us.<br/>
Did I mention it was cold?<br/><br/>
Basket tried to roll a boulder down at me as I stumbled up the hillside, but I managed to avoid Wiley E Coyote style death.<br/><br/>
At the top of the hill was a ominous human sequoia loaded with 5G and some gingerbeer and some fireball. Or some other liquor. I forget, the 5G didn't complete my reboot because of the cold. <br/>Did I mention the cold?<br/><br/>
Anyway, because I couldn't receive my download from the mainframe, I absolutely lost trail after that. Or it could have been the hypothermia, I don't remember. <br/><br/>
Anyway, next thing I know, I'm on some trail alone, with no broken glass to be seen. Then I knew I was lost, so I followed the yelps and "Beer Here" and "On On!" howls from the beech woods to my left, climbed a rocky hillside and found the rest of the pack. And a lovely brassiere, besmirched with mud. 
Basket wanted to wear it, so I did my best Victorian Maid impression and cinched him into the contraption. He hated it, so we had to get him back out. <br/><br/>
Then there was some beer and a stumble back to the trail, half-frozen. 
A few more frozen mud-puddles later, we stopped for the circle, except for OOzing, who also must have missed his systems update, because he went staggering up over the hill back to the cars instead of looking for the beer with the rest of us.<br/><br/>
He eventually returned and songs were sung. But not on his account.
Despite his foolishness, I got the HashIt for merely existing.
I still have the bra, it needs more embellishment. Unlike this write up which is the gospel truth and absolutely a fact-based document.<br/><br/>

Rate of the run was - 69. Hairy sang an insidious song about being Cooler and Warmer and now we all have that roaming about our brains. 
Time to kill those brain cells with a few beers.<br/><br/>

On On.<br/>

PG