A rucking bloodhound

4 men clambered out of the fartsack and rucked/walked on the final day of 2018.  Spit and Pinky put in 3 miles at a 17:30 pace, Mudface and No Idea meandered around for about the same, not sure of the pace.  And then there’s this…

Well, you see, this is how the gang got on the case–there was an old man, Lab Rat I think is his name, who kept telling everyone “there’s a sand volleyball court around here, I promise!”  People in these parts normally don’t pay much attention to his ramblings, as some think he’s a bit touched in the head, if you know what I mean, but the gang and YHC thought “maybe he’s on to something this time, let’s try to find it.”  Mudface and YHC walked all over tarnation 2 weeks ago looking for it, with nary a clue as to it’s location after our odyssey.  Today Spit and Pinky joined the search, and faster than the Carpenter can produce the 4th F, Spit, part bloodhound perhaps, found not just one, but two courts right near the baseball field.  The courts are rather disappointing, covered in as much grass as sand, but now we know where they are.  Perhaps part of DaVille soon?  Time will tell.

As usual, I have No Idea what I’m doing.