I went to a hash campout and a family reunion broke out! Busted Cherry said heâ€™s been inviting his family to join us for five years, and this year they all decided to do so. It was, a little bizarre.
Friday nightâ€™s Southern Comfort trail about killed me. It took Glory Mole and me over two hours to go up, down, and around many hillsides of Lake Allatoona; somehow trail was â€œonlyâ€ 3.2 miles long. It was so hot and humid that I drank 1.5 liters of water while doing trail.
I needed a respite on Saturday, so I skipped Pine Lakeâ€™s trail. This was a mixed blessing because though I had some Fear Of Missing Out, a handful of hashers got stung by yellow jackets.
Glory Mole and I bucked up again to be two of five people who ran yesterdayâ€™s Hog Mountain trail, which was thankfully accidentally abbreviated in length.
Good times all around, just very different than last year.
Thinking I need another recovery night and am probably going to skip Moonlite.