Hounds: NBA, Puff, Hummer, Amanta, CIA, BeeDub, nnCollin, Boathouse, Cumbag, Chevy, Anything Goes, PBR
This was supposed to be the "Ass-tounding Southside Trail" hared by PP, but since she wimped out on us six hours before the start time, it turned out to be the "Where Am I? Trail" hared by Dip. Kudos to Dip for filling in at the last minute as hare, even though it turned out to be one of the lamest of lame trails ever, since he didn't know where the heck he was.
Starting from Garvey Park, in Where-The-Hell-Are-We? South Wichita, the hare teased us by starting in the direction of a tantalizing-looking, shiggilicious trail along the river. No sooner had we gotten on this intriguing trail than things took a major turn for the worse. Meaning, trail doubled back through a field, and we ended up on the rough streets of the neighborhood, where we remained, snaking down one mean street after another. When we got to Hydraulic, the hare developed some sort of tic, demonstrated by multiple zig-zaggings back and forth across this very busy street. (No BVC mark in chalk talk, btw.) We miraculously found a plop of flour in a car wash parking lot (thus saving us a lot of misery by bypassing a silly leg that would have taken us through a couple of holes in fences, thank heavens), and followed trail yet again across Hydraulic, aka "Street of Doom". Trail was now an endless zig-zag through the neighborhood until we found the bike path again which led us back to the beer.
Circle got started under a picnic pavilion, when much to our dismay, a young family with two small children decided this was also the perfect place to have a family meal. This put a major damper on our song-singing, with the naughty words needing to be replaced by noises like "hmmfhmm". Apparently, we do seem to have some social awareness about the appropriateness of some of our traditions. Songs were sung, accusations were flung and there was much rejoicing. On on!
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