If it weren't for the Oddyssian trail set a few weeks later by MMC and Zaura, this would have gone down as the longest trail of Aught Three.

Of course, merely being long isn't enough: just when the hounds are on the verge of exhaustion, that's the perfect time to try and confuse them as well, so this trail was marked with a succession of hieroglyphic symbols that would have confounded the most dedicated Egyptologist. A drunken hasher, left to his own devices, would be no match for them.

Having recconnoitered (is it reconnuitered if you do it overnight?) the trail the previous evening, Bottoms Up set a trail designed to muddle the mind and abuse the body, and delivered on both counts.

Vacation homes either never finished, or perhaps destroyed during Kazakhstan's valiant struggle for independence made for interesting photo opportunities. Bottoms Up, a veteran of the Sarajevo Hash, checked for explosive devices.

Through sand and mud and fetid marsh, by cow by horse and pigs waiting to become shashlyk, a small (but dedicated... or is that committed?) group of runners made their way around the small resort town on what was probably the last good beach day in the season before the air turned cold.