Run #1605 Tenting on the Old Campground!

The Gypsies’ answer to Johnny Appleseed, Manhole and that other outdoorsman Pied Piper decided to camp out and wanted to share the joys with the pack so they got themselves a campsite as the Bicentennial Campground off of Conzelman Rd. in Sausalito and hared the last trail in May from their tent! So taken were they by the concept that Chickenboner and Who’s Your Daddy opted to become MH and PP’s neighbors. Oh well, there goes the neighborhood. How hard could it be to find the parking lot, oh wait, what parking lot! At least there was plenty of parking along the road. Our hares had a picnic table, and it was soon covered with Vitamin J while the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin was tapped. Not only did they have a picnic table but there were outdoor toilets, WYD was in ecstasy. Adopt A Pussy decided to forgo being fussy and just sucked down a pint or 2. The assortment of youths at the table closest were casting envious eyes on the keg but to no avail. As more of the pack was able to navigate to the campground the road filled with cars. Last but hardly least was the car carrying that blast from the past Peteophile and Scarlette O’Hairy! Princess Slut was quick to point out that she once rented an apartment to Peteophile and “he never once stiffed her.” Hearing that, Wash This Asshole spit up a bit of his piss! Fits In looked at his dribble and whispered conspiratorially that an evil mind is a great comfort! Speaking of evil minds and stiffies, Peteophile took up the challenge to provide a religious experience for the Gypsies and taking the Male Missal in hand he preached a sermon that had Dr. Kimble ready to pole vault into the ICU. The very thought of that was more than our hares could take so they sent the pack off with the admonition to try not to end up in the ocean or at the bottom of a cliff! While the “true trail, gotta conquer or die” gang rocketed off with Pastel Gazelle and Just Fuck Off leading the charge MH led the Lost Patrol aka the halt, lame, and cowardly in search of marks. The LP had the usual losers, and they were joined by Peteophile, Scarlett O’Hairy and No Blow Ho who took the admonition to not stumble into oblivion seriously. Trail took the pack down Conzelman Rd past the parking lot for the Point Bonita Lighthouse. The true cognoscenti found themselves on the Point Bonita trail. Those following our hare took Field Rd. and AAP was overjoyed to cum to the Vault Toilets. Trail left the road and it was suddenly red earth all the way past Battery Mendell to Mendell Road Point. The views were spectacular. Tongueless was really thrilled to step to the edge for a pic and have a piece of the edge break off. Trail took the less than stalwarts back to Field Rd, *unning between Battery Alexander and Battery Wallace. Trail continued on to Rathbone Rd. where it descended back to the campground. It wasn’t long til PP had the Sacred Grill cranking out dogs and burgers and the pack stuffing their gobs with more than Vitamin J. The Sacred Bucket was filled first with River Madness then refilled with Yellow Peril. 5150 arrived to make sure the pack ate and drank. Hand Pump took care of his dinner needs then switched to the Oreos and Peppermint Patties to take care of any sugar high he needed. Princess Slut rolled back in congratulating herself on a job well done. No Blow Ho congratulated herself on not bringing her keg killing growler. The speed demons proved as adept at eating and drinking as climbing and descending. The pack had an outstanding time and while the rest diced with death on the roads leading back to civilization Manhole, Pied Piper, Chickenboner and Who’s Your Daddy settled down to swap ghost stories! Cheers.