Hare: Tina Eat the Piss
Hounds: Dip, Puff, Pee Phi Licker, PBR, Hummer Gay'mes, Cuddle Puncher, nnJocelyn
Tina Eat the Piss proved once again that he loves to lay shitty trail. We started out from Casa de Piss and had a fairly easy time of things until finding several true trail arrows that did not lead to any further markings, so the hounds fanned out and dodged trains and children on bicycles until trail was found once again.
In a lonely stand of firs, the hounds discovered the first Beer Near and officially drank the unofficial official beer of the United States of America. We then made our way across a dust bowl which appeared to be the vast majority of our shiggy for the day, and like the Joads before us, we made our way toward the promise of plenty and found the second Beer Near under a bridge. More American beer was consumed and a message of peace and goodwill to diabetics everywhere was discovered. The hounds immediately regretted leaving the Beer Near, as it was the only shelter from the gale force winds we then encountered. The headwinds caused the hounds to grit their teeth and power through, while Dip's flames were fanned so high, we were lucky we didn't all get burned.
The majority of hounds shortcut to ONIN under the Broadway Street bridge with the exception of Cuddle Puncher and Hummer Gay'mes, who insisted on staying on trail throughout. Circle was merry, with Puff and Cuddles suffering the obligatory deadbug for Dip's triumphant return to RA duties. We welcomed a virgin, nnJocelyn, and we hope and pray the shittiness of the trail does not discourage her return.