Sunday, August 23, 2015

Intrahashional Rescue to the....rescue!

Long run about 6k with a total ascent of 164m and a maximum height of 135m according to Google Earth (Mrs. Garmin said 125, the old skinflint!) No time available as an extended sojourn at the beer stop (360 7) rendered the lasts section of the run a beer-assisted walk for most of the pack. But it was long enough that the absence back at the run site of Raccoon Ass, Pee Wee and Olive Oyle  was cause for the mounting of a rescue operation involving initially a sweep of the central section of the short run followed by an inspired drive into the hills where the first call of "Are you?" miraculously elicited the correct response of  "On f***ing paper!"  Having coaxed them off the trail the GM conveyed them back to the runsite where the post-run analysis was that it was the front-runners fault as they had not broken the wicked 4th F which had also delayed Buk Toy, Only a Yolk and Innuendo. A veil shall be drawn over why they also didn't break it, but in fairness they were so far behind the rest of the pack at that stage that the were probably entitled to believe that there was no one behind them. However, the lesson to be learned from this occurrence is: BREAK THE CHECKS GUYS! Particularly if the hare is not sweeping the run.

The short run was a generous 4.4k and the arrival of most of it at the beer stop followed the arrival of most of the long run. There were some protests about the necessity of actually finishing the run on foot rather than on the back of a pick up, but special dispensation was granted to R2D2 and Itchy Bitchy who rode in comfort with the egg-doggies, lest Haram decided to repeat an earlier pursuit and assumed sacrifice of a local chicken!

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