I went to a hash campout and a family reunion broke out! Busted Cherry said he’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 night’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 “only” 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 Lake’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 yesterday’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.