7 two-legged steeds assembled in the late Gloom for a dawn-time launch. Temps were sunny and 70 with a touch of fog. Breaking all norms and traditions, the PAX launched at 06:59 a.m. (in order to remain 6+ feet ahead of the construction crew intent on flaunting the “small groups only” rules).
Routes were south bank, T. Pottersfield, and return on North Bank.
Group sized jumped to 8 when Hitchhiker, true to his name, joined up en route, having had the audacity to be ready to start at 07:00 a.m. Glad you could make it.
Along the way, the counter-clockwisers met Snuff, Hardywood, & Co. going clock-wise on their version of Dirt Church (Dirt Cemetery? Dirt Animal Farm?)…
Number-am-a, Name-a-ram-a, YHC took us out with a reminder to be patient as lots of folks are adjusting to the new ways of the world.
Announcements:
TYA turned 20,829 days old yesterday. Good to be alive, my brother. He also became, to YHC’s knowledge, the first F3RVA member to be ejected from ET’s. “You all can stay. But HE (pointing at TYA) has to go.” ‘Bout time.
Also, did you know that at the beginning of WWII, the FBI spent 3 years sitting in front of a house in Pennsylvania? Why did they do that? This, and other bizarre trivia came not from YHC, but from an unexpected and unsolicited visitor in front of ETs (who alleged himself to be a nurse). Moral: Ask for Flatline when you check into the hospital.
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Great run gents. Do partly wonder what underworld we could have unlocked if we knew what his secret Nazi references meant.
Ignorance is so bliss.