So there we stood, our small troop of hearty compatriots. The rain drizzled and spat around the cover of our shelter and the trail loomed before us. But there were friends and there was beer so I guess we were ready for whatever came next. 

We had met at the Indian Bend Wash Visitor Center . When Deet Throat and I showed, we weren’t even sure it was our group as there wasn’t many there. Cuming in from the rain however, we recognized the smiling faces of the group. Our hares; Beat By A Girl and “Just” Pam, Bush Straddler, Pre Cum, Dumbo, and “Just” Rod were already there and ready to roll. Well that didn’t happen. With the drizzle and the lubrication of beer, we all sat around till damn near 8 pm shooting the shit. In that time, we collected one more, Open Festering Pusshole, who showed up late and was damn happy we were working on hash time!

So “Just” Pam did a great chalk talk (I’m so proud!), the hares took off, and we were left to entertain ourselves. We tried a pretty pathetic rendition of “Argh my name is Joe” and then took off after the hares. The trail zigged and zagged through condo complexes, around swollen(!) drainage ditches and deep into piles of manure where Bush realized just how YBF’d she really was when she was knee deep in the stuff at a dead end of a trail.

We kept going, Dumbo straggling about 200 ft. behind only to find ourselves at our first BN which was in the back patio of one of Beat’s friends. She had a really nice chest. It was huge and came from Asia and looked really nice against the wall of her house. As we sat drinking, we wondered aloud “where the hell is Dumbo?” Somehow we lost him within sight of the Beer Check! Poor Dumbo. 

So eventually is was back onto trail. A hint or two from the hares as to our next BN was given as the hares had burned through a ton of chalk and were getting low on flour. We followed trail and after most of the pack went over a nice tall wall, found ourselves at Zipp’s on Camelback. Well, the hares had a few pitchers brought out and once again we took our time, drank some beer and shot the shit. After a nice long refreshing Beer Check we were back on trail, or were we? The boys were on the south side of Camelback and the girls were on the north side, supposedly “on-on”. Well somehow, trail seemed to cross itself and the girls were running backward over the trail we had already followed. Upon realization of our predicament and the proximity to the start, there was a collective decision to bolt straight back to the beer, I mean start. 

We arrived a good 5 minutes before the hares (who were obviously disappointed in our shortcutting ways!). Beat brought out the miny keg of Heinie and we proceeded with circle and punishments, songs and the nectar.

It was a great night, and everyone had a blast! See you next time!

On-on
Ima Luuuger

PS depending on whether we ran the full moon in Feb. 07, this was either Full moon #49 or #50. I can’t find any proof at this point that it was run.