Two pictures are worth two thousand words, but a few more might come in handy

Saturday...

Sunday...

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Haven't we been here before?

As advertised, both of last weekend's runs were from sites used in the living memory of all but the most alcohol addled brains. Saturday's run which in every sense of the word went in the opposite direction from Buk Toy and Sex Sprinter's from the same site, was a modest 6.5k all up and a good deal shorter for those who avoided the checks etc. by the simple expedient of sticking close to the hare (or just short cut up the valley; you know who you are!) But it was a pretty vertical experience with the top most check being set just below the 305 meters to which the run aspired, a check which remarkably all the front runners decided was going to send them DOWN, even after discovering the check-back in that direction. Have they learned nothing? What are hills there for? To go to the top, silly!

And there was something rather familiar about Sunday's HH3 run as well, although only two of the pack who attended the SH3 run from the same site a month ago were there to relive the soggy glory of the day when everyone else buggered off to Khao Men. Little did it profit them as Stick Insect a.k.a. Lady of the Lamp limped in someway behind the front runners and Gan Yao, alias Bigfoot having short cut up the valley on Saturday, short cut through the quarry on Sunday but still didn't avoid the second ascent of the pimple-sized hill. No one actually discerned that the run had been a figure-of-eight with the hare artfully rearranging the paper after the pack had completed the first ascent-descent, although Toy Boy realized he was headed for the out trail and assuming we couldn't be going that way went off in search of the trail elsewhere. The vital stats department reports a with-all-checks-and-falsies length of 7.6k, a maximum elevation of 124m and a total ascent of 200m. The hang-over department reports that we drank the beer truck dry which explains why Knackerwurst/I Want My Wife, who manfully struggled round the full 3 and a bit k of the short run, pissed off early. But a good time was had by all, lending further support to HH3's continuing renaissance the like of which SH3 can only dream of!