26.10.10

morning run:
George
Shirley
Gowron
Ernie
Ziggy
Lily
Jack
Monkey
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Ernie barked like an idiot at a huge bull that the local cow-people just let wander around loose in the monte, along with the rest of their now-sizable herd. Otherwise everyone was stellar. It was an odd group: representatives from the Fatties, the Running Dogs and Shorties. They all really had a good time. We caught some cloud cover, so it wasn't too hot; George drank most of the water anyway, but he kept up well. We went out via the shire to that hidden trail from the Northern charcos to doce; this time, however, I finally managed to figure out where the head of the trail on the other side of doce was, so instead of running down doce for 500m we crossed over and did a bit of off-roading to the beach. There is definitely a trail there, but nothing larger than a mapache has been on it for years. It was swampy, spiny and beautiful, if a bit dicey in parts. We came out on the beach about 200m south of the palm tree, ran down to the tortuga sign and home via the monte. Roni and I should go out there with a camera sometime. Bugs not bad. Flooding severe in places but subsiding.
GRADE: B