YHC showed up to Tomato Run and quickly figured out it would be a solo ruck. Mudface is out of town on business, and YHC later learned Spit’s household was besieged by a stomach bug. YHC set off at a pretty fast clip, mainly because it was cold and the pace made it slightly less so. 3 miles later, with nary another soul (F3 or other) sighted, the day was off to a good start.
As usual, I have No Idea what I’m doing.