The turkeys (and this group is mostly turkeys -- no further comment, please) were out for over 90 minutes, and the walkers for an hour or more. The walkers, incidentally, seemed to split up into about a half-dozen splinter groups, and when there are only about eight of you in the first place, that's quite an achievement.
The trail was set by Air Horn, Phoenix Rising and Zipperhead -- each working separately. So you can understand a) why the trail was relatively lengthy, and b) why the hares weren't sure whether the turkey trail saved runners about a quarter mile or closer to two miles, or something more, less or in between. Also why there was, perhaps, some sort of an incidente officiele whose details we'd sooner not know... There was also a great deal of shortcutting, including by our FRB, Valiant. The eagles you can probably guess, but if you want hints: Suck, Squeeze, Something... the Not-calm Mechanic... Longa, Schlonga... Difficult Strider...
|Valiant explains how, by skillfully not following the trail much at all, he was able to finish the run about 30 minutes before anyone else.|
I read the roll, given the absence of both the Mufti (romantically vacationing on a warm island) and the associate Mufti (undergoing an intensive cheering and smack-talking regimen in preparation for the Big Game). I have crowned (be-fezzed?) myself the assistant associate Mufti on the spine-chillingly meaningful occasion of my being entrusted with the official roll for the first time ever. Hip, hip.
|Don't I look authoritative?|