Zipperhead: "I can set a perfect trail, and they are so stupid they just have to do something stupid."
"Stupid"ly enjoying the uphill trek from yet another backcheck |
Zipperhead: "I told Dances with Bulls, this is trail-setting 301. Not 101, not 201 -- 301."
The weather could not get more gorgeous, could it? Warm, dry, sunny, blue skies and a brief blaze of deep orange sunset.
Yummy Mexican-type food. Grumblings on the quality of the beer. None ref: quality of the wine.
Shiny beads to celebrate 1,700th.
Two newcomers?
Dances with Bulls, the former Spanish Fly and Crazy Ass and Como Loco or something like that, flamenco-ing.
Flamenco 101 |
Platoons of poodles.
Actually quite an impressive trail for the runners, with the leaders changing frequently, and Easy Strider getting a well-deserved backcheck or two, and the pack stringing out and then clumping back up again several times.
Photos here -- I handed off the camera to Radar for a bit, and Irene stepped in for a snap as well. Thanks!
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