Hares: Cuddle Puncher and Boathouse Pussy
Hounds: BOYA, PPL, NBA, Tina East the Piss, Tequila Tony, Hummer Gay'mes, nnSarah, nnMike, nnAlex
Starting from the Driftwood Lounge on South MacArthur in Who-Knows-Where-The-Hell-ShitTown, trail took the pack through scenic ShitTown sights, such as a myriad of trailer parks, over chainlink fences, through drainage pipes, in and out of homeless campsites, down endless bike paths, past invisible donkeys, over some railroad tracks to the first beer near. The beer near was located in about the most delightful location we've had for a beer near: some pitted out, stripped, tagged, broken-glassed, nasty-ass, empty trailers. Once we enjoyed the accommodations and the refreshments, we continued on across the river. We were given a choice of staying dry and risking getting smashed by an oncoming train, or wading across the thigh-high river. Once across, we headed down yet another endless stretch of bike paths. We encountered a YBF and a playground opportunity before getting to the next beer near. Trail continued down a short way along the omnipresent bike path by the river, and then made a veer across the river to the on-in, located in an improvised fort constructed by the legendary Tyler. Circle was shitty, trail was shitty, and on-after was at Joe's in Old Town. On on.