Run #1501 Don’t Fence Me Out!

Manhole turned over the Gypsies’ new page with a trail that started at 20^th and Wawona or as it is commonly known Stern Grove. The pack was competing with the Golden State Warriors for attention and pro sports is a bigger draw since no one gambles on the hash, not that they couldn’t. The hash would even accept cryptocurrencies. Tongueless self-centered bastard that he is only looked at the size of the pack and gloated over not having to write a long Trash. The keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin was tapped and a miniscule amount of piss was pounded. Manhole didn’t bother with a chalktalk so much as a “chalksplanation”, Stern Grove was still almost all fenced in even though the report was that it would be open the last week in May, so much for truth in advertising. Animal that she is, One Night Only snarled and pulled at the fencing. Dr. Kimble advised her to cut that sugar cookie intake then got out of her way! Our hare, who fancies himself a degenerate Johnny Appleseed, promised a cider check and Wash This Asshole volunteered to do the trail back from the check since he hasn’t *un since that almost fatal hangnail incident! Clearly this was not a bunch in need of spiritual redemption, so the religious reading was tossed in favor of getting the show on the road. Trail took the pack down Wawona to a spot where the park could actually be entered. The Lost Patrol set off looking for flour and lo and behold there it was. This end of the park was still unfenced, who would ever risk the wrath engendered by closing off a croquet field! Trail exited the Grove at Sloat Blvd. and flour led the pack down to Crestlake Dr. At Vale Ave. it was possible to head back down into the park and across the parking lot to the Pine Lake Park Dog Play Area. There were a gang of pooches playing in the park section that wasn’t fenced in. Trail crossed the park and followed the trail along Pine Lake Park, formerly Laguna Puerca. Dr. K, Hand Pump and ONO were one piece of pack and T and Fits In were the whole of the LP. Trail climbed Crestlake Dr. to Wawona and turned right. At 34^th Ave. our hare and WTA were sitting and pouring MH’s signature cider. After stopping for more than a few sips the pack was off, following the trail WTA had laid. As they moseyed along up came 5 Angry Inches and our hare sent him off in search of the Eagle-ish version of trail. Chalk arrows kept the pack climbing and reclimbing sections of Wawona or wandering along the bit of trail through Parkside Square. The pack arrived back at the start and the Cloak Of Invisibility surrounded the keg, the table was stacked with Vitamin J and the Sacred Bucket was filled with Yellow Peril. 5 AI arrived back having bagged the trail when he got lonely AND thirsty! Our hare and his minion WTA returned, and more cider was consumed. The keg stayed more than a bit full and even growler time in the city caused barely a ripple. The Sacred Bucket did make up for it by dying bravely. One Night Only vowed to return with wire cutters before stamping off to her Mercedes. The Circle was convened minus the Sword Of Power, T’s hand substituted nicely. The only real down-down was to our hare. Amazingly, with such a small pack, 8 stalwarts managed to hangout for as long as if there had been 20. Hand Pump kept the keg and put it under a C02 blanket to keep it fresh for next week. A good time was had by all who were there and now they have a story. Cheers.