Run# 1969
Date 20 November, 2023
Weather according to Bard.google.com: The weather at the Neon Marketplace, Freetown, MA on the night of November 20, 2023 at 6:30 PM was 46 degrees Fahrenheit with 100% humidity. The wind was blowing from the southeast at 19 miles per hour. The sky was cloudy with periods of rain. The chance of rain was 100%. The rainfall was near a half an inch.
Start Location: The Neon Marketplace, Innovation Way, Freetown
Hare: WHO
Pack: Rusty, OOzing, Just Pat, Hym Wrong Guy, 12 Times Relaxed, Just Brian, Just Catherine,
WIPOS, Butt Plug and Just Phoebe, Flexi, AQ and Basket.
Hashit: Rusty
The moon began to cast long shadows as the group of thirteen runners delved into the woods,
their footsteps muffled by a carpet of fallen leaves. The trail wound its way through towering
trees, their branches forming a natural canopy overhead. The air was crisp, and the earthy scent
of pine surrounded them as they followed the flour marks, keeping the pack together.
As they weaved through the forest, the vibrant hues of autumn leaves painted the landscape in
shades of red, orange, and gold. Oozing, with his eccentric sense of humor, couldn't resist
making jokes about the crunching leaves beneath their feet sounding like a chorus of woodland
percussionists.
Just Pat, known for his love of nature, couldn't help but marvel at the beauty surrounding them.
He pointed out the occasional wildflower peeking through the underbrush and shared interesting
trivia about the local flora, turning the trail into a spontaneous nature walk.
Hym Wrong Guy, always the adventurer, spotted a hidden path veering off the main trail. With a
mischievous glint in his eye, he suggested taking a detour to explore the mysterious route. The
group hesitated but eventually followed, finding themselves in a secluded grove with sunlight
filtering through the trees like a natural spotlight.
Rusty, just back from the Old Sod, regaled the group with tales of his recent travels, weaving
stories of distant lands and unique encounters. His vivid descriptions transported the runners
from the woods of their trail to far-off places, adding a touch of wanderlust to the adventure.
Just Brian, known for his quirky choices, decided to pick up a pair of Capt's Daughter beers at
the whiskey stop, causing a mix of amusement and protest among the group. The cold beverages
were a refreshing reward as they continued the journey.
The trail led them through a variety of terrain—uphill climbs that tested their endurance,
downhill sprints that invigorated their spirits, and meandering paths that kept them on their toes.
WHO, true to his promise, guided them to a whiskey stop hidden behind a cluster of boulders.
Basket nearly missed it, prompting laughter from the group. As they continued, the anticipation for the beer stop grew. Just Phoebe, Flexi, AQ, and Butt Plug shared stories of previous trails, creating a sense of camaraderie among the runners. WIPOS, always the observer, pointed out peculiar tree formations and animal tracks along the way.
Finally, the group reached the beer stop, and the sight of the cooler filled with an assortment of
beverages brought cheers. Just Brian proudly cracked open the Capt's Daughter beers, winning
over skeptics with the unexpectedly delightful taste. The runners shared a moment of camaraderie, toasting to the 1969th trail and the memories made along the way.
As the moon dipped below the tree line, casting the woods in a warm golden glow, the group
resumed their run. The trail continued to unfold before them, promising more adventures and
stories to be shared on their journey through the heart of the forest.
The circle was held amidst a smattering of discarded trash resulted in the usual suspects getting
down down’s, backsliders, two timers and hashit. Ratings were mediocre, too much pavement,
not long enough and having to cross the same road twice ensured a "Bad One" rating for WHO.
We retired to a pub not far away and the waiter was able to handle the individual checks without
a bother. Roll on 31 more trails for #2,000.
AIRusty