It was cold long and shiggy filled- defiantly not the Too Old trail we were expecting. A larger than anticipated for the cold crowd gathered at the Winn Dixie on 96. Because it as so cold the hare blessing with beer was skipped and since it was a dead trail there was no flour at the start so the whole thing was skipped. Too Old pointed us in the general direction of the first mark, then got in his heated SUV and went home. The rest of us fools decided to brave the temp and follow trail.

Originally it looked like a typical Too Old trail- minimal shiggy and leading in the direction of his house. But once we got onto Peach Blossom, trail did not go down Jubilee. Instead it went in the opposite direction back toward the start. This part was mostly pavement until we mistakenly followed “trail” into the wrong part of a steep ravine. Several of the dogs had a hard time navigating it to say nothing of their human handlers. When we finally got out of the gully and found trail again, we went around the back of the Winn Dixie and out onto Houston Lake Rd. When we passed the Sports Fanatics Store, several of us wondered if we could steal the huge Gumby for Bona’s Superbowl party. Especially since the beer truck wasn’t too far away.

It was a quick beer stop because no one wanted to get cold and the whole moving thing seemed to keep us warm. So into the shiggy filled woods we went. NN DJ wondered if there were any thorn bushes that Too Old hadn’t put on his trail. Thankfully the path cleared out and there were not as many thorns to snag us.

We trudged through a high rent neighborhood that quickly became low-rent. There, the dogs on trail were chased by a yappy little mutt that my cat would eat for a snack. It went after Ogre’s 2 large dogs as well as Yankee Poodles’. When it encountered Better off Dead, however, it turned tail and ran- go figure.

We finally got to the Beer Near mark and gave a joyful yell. Unfortunately the end was still quite a ways away. Messing with our ½ minds. We drug our frozen bodies to the end- Too Old’s back yard and started circle. BTFT started to RA but it was hard to hear her and Rectal usurped her position. Circle was short (thankfully, because icicles were forming on my nose.) The hash shit was returned to the hash because it was too cold for anyone to do anything stupid. NN DJ’s naming was tabled because none of us were feeling it and we really wanted to get to Shenanigans for the On After to warm up.

On on to the next touch and feel dick check,
Dok