Run #205

Run no. 205 was set on the low hills south of Al-Farabi. A new (ish) jumping off point was provided by Tuulifruitii and with your scribe in tow she mapped out a course via a somewhat overgrown cemetery, down through some equally overgrown fields and, avoiding dogs, along a small river to what might in the summer pass for a road. After the recent very warm spell it was more than a little muddy, but provided a route for the walkers (who still included the GM, recovering from his recent ski abuse, as well as the Grand Ex) to return to the cars. The runners diverted to the hills and again avoided dogs by traversing yet more overgrown fields before heading up towards the power station. McMMFi's attempts to double-guess the trail resulted in an extraordinary display of acrobatics, after which the pack sniffed out the On-Ini and sloshed down the slope. The dead dog season is now upon us, as Dudley Dorighti smelt and Sperm Banki saw. As the temperature soared above 25, the circle was extended to allow Mike Stewart to be named Pisscorpsei, McMMFi to be awarded the Duckhead for his display on the hill, and and the usual transgressions to be punished while the kids played with a jolly horse skull. The run discussion was conducted by Lunatitsi, and an overwhelming majority voted it a shitty trail. A depleted pack (diplomatic duty called) then retired to Squeaky Voicei's abode to demolish chille, curry, fried thingies, fruit salad and of course beer. .glossary { vertical-align: super; cursor: help; font-size: xx-small; padding-left: 2px; font-weight: bold}