Hares: CSI and Picunte

This trail had a lot of things; Shiggy, urban shiggy, great views of downtown and a virgin ending. The one thing it lacked was flour. You may remember flour as that powdered substance we use to mark trails. There was so little of it on trail that whenever I saw some I knew instantly how twins feel when they finally see their sibling after years of being apart. The connection is that intense.

Lack of trail aside it was nice to end at CSI’s swamp on the edge of 45. The hash was treated to the first week of a two week piss mist from ATV. She decided to christen CSI’s neighbors yard with her nectar.

Oh fuck, I nearly threw up writing that.