Gruesome Greetings,

While we may be nowhere near Halloween, DuuHHH’s Trail 591 was a bit on the scary side. Railroad tracks? Not an issue this week. Private property? Didn’t trespass much this week for a change. Too many checks? Nope. False trails? Long, straight boring stretches? No and no. However…howEVAH… Well, I do not wish to scare you off already, all will be revealed at the proper time.

Let’s start on a high note, a beer high that is and from Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery. As is usual, the pack appropriated one end of the bar and the corner closest to it as their own. This makes delivery of the next round easy and quick. DuuHHH was relaxing on a chair apparently without a care in the world. What we took for confidence was actually a smug case of pre-lay. More on that later. DuuHHH delivered Instructions of Trail. I believe this harriette suffers from a case of chronic ambivalence. Her version of IoT was worth less than my last relationship. They did, though last longer. She outed and the few that had wasted time listening returned to drinking. Upon the passage of ten minutes, we abandoned the bar, with the exception of Choka-cola, and assembled a circle and made our introductions. Continue reading Hash 591: Double back along this ruptured sewer line →