BSH3 #901 August 11, 2024
Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2024 2:45 pm
BSH3 #901 August 11, 2024
Time: Meet at 12:30 Hare out 1pm
Cost: $10
Where: Harbins Park Overflow Backlot
Address: 2995 Luke Edwards Rd. Dacula, GA 30019
Specialer Instructions:
When you first feel the ground under your feet going soft and uncertain, It's best to start running as fast as you can slog falling forward on your knees and lunging like a cripple.
You may escape completely being bogged down in those few scampering seconds.
But if you're caught standing in deep mud, unable to walk or stagger, It's time to reconsider your favorite postures, textures, and means of moving, coming to even terms with the kind of dirt that won't take no for an answer.
You must lie down now,
Like it or not: if you're in it up to your thighs,
Be seated gently, lie back, open your arms, and dream of floating in a sweet backwater.
Slowly your sunken feet will rise together,
And you may slither spread-ottered casually backwards out of trouble.
If you stay vertical
And, worse, imagine you're in a fearful struggle, trying to swivel one stuck leg at a time, keeping your body above it all
Immaculate, you'll sink in even deeper,
Becoming an object lesson for those who wallow after you through the mire,
In which case you should know
For near-future reference: muck is one part water, one part what-have-you, including yourself, now in it over your head,
As upright as ever.
So bring some trail water, a change of clothes, shoes, maybe a little rubbing alcohol. Trail will be short and sweet, and there may or may not be a BS, only way to find out is to do trail.
Time: Meet at 12:30 Hare out 1pm
Cost: $10
Where: Harbins Park Overflow Backlot
Address: 2995 Luke Edwards Rd. Dacula, GA 30019
Specialer Instructions:
When you first feel the ground under your feet going soft and uncertain, It's best to start running as fast as you can slog falling forward on your knees and lunging like a cripple.
You may escape completely being bogged down in those few scampering seconds.
But if you're caught standing in deep mud, unable to walk or stagger, It's time to reconsider your favorite postures, textures, and means of moving, coming to even terms with the kind of dirt that won't take no for an answer.
You must lie down now,
Like it or not: if you're in it up to your thighs,
Be seated gently, lie back, open your arms, and dream of floating in a sweet backwater.
Slowly your sunken feet will rise together,
And you may slither spread-ottered casually backwards out of trouble.
If you stay vertical
And, worse, imagine you're in a fearful struggle, trying to swivel one stuck leg at a time, keeping your body above it all
Immaculate, you'll sink in even deeper,
Becoming an object lesson for those who wallow after you through the mire,
In which case you should know
For near-future reference: muck is one part water, one part what-have-you, including yourself, now in it over your head,
As upright as ever.
So bring some trail water, a change of clothes, shoes, maybe a little rubbing alcohol. Trail will be short and sweet, and there may or may not be a BS, only way to find out is to do trail.