DATE: 11/08/2018

WHERE: The Happy Jack

THE PAX: Manning, C4, Quagmire, Natty Lite (partial)

Total # of PAX: 4

Number of FNGs: 0

QIC: Manning

INTRO:

With C4’s blessing, I took the reigns this morning at THJ. Many of the regulars were traveling but we were jacked and pumped to have 4 out in the gloom. My clever little plan was hatched from our recent adventures at The Frogtown Challenge. I figured we could get off the beaten path and throw a few obstacles in the mix.  Torrential rains yesterday made for the perfect slop fest extravaganza…

WARM-O-RAMA:

Short mosey over to what was the exact center of Cherokee Veterans Park. Stretch out those legs, and let’s get on with it.

THE THANG:

After distributing a brilliantly composed aerial map/weinke – complete with fancy arrows and text boxes, I figured there would not be any questions. Well, until Natty Lite arrived. Pretty sure today was his first post at an F3 beatdown given the MANY, and I mean MANY questions he had about this whole F3 thing. More on that later…

Well, we met in the middle and laid out the plan. Given the small #’s, Quaggy made a smart call that we would all head out together – rather than on solo missions as I had planned. The three “points” were to cross the suckiest areas of the park (the rain soaked field and up the steep hill, the future overgrown baseball field and down the huge hill, and the trek up and over the skater-dude park watching out for hypodermic needles. The plan unfolded as follows:

Race out and across the field (over the fence and across what was the equivalent of a marshy bog). Touch the path, and run to the next point and then head back to the center. Knock out 100 SSH, and head back out in the same direction…continue on the path, and well you get the picture. Three distinct and dangerous paths and always report back to the “hub” for some fun. We got through 3.1 points and then called it for a few minutes of Mary. There were Happy Jacks involved. ’nuff said    

CIRCLE OF TRUST:

Well, Natty returned from his solo run around the park and stood there dumbfounded when we circled up. C4 was like “yeah, we’re doing name-o-rama…” [insert dumb black dog gif here].  I think he cussed at me in German, and then was droning on and on about some soccer game he’s playing in against Marta Police tonight. After that, we all sorta just closed in prayer and went our separate ways…

Naked-Man Moleskin:

• Heard some language coming from the Fia circle that you wouldn’t normally hear in church
• No Cody, No Duke, No Whammo pooch
• The drainage on the big field is, um, terrible
• Quagmire mentioned that this was his first experience at a skate park
• No coffeteria, no flag
• Our fancy sports watches report wildly different mileage. 
• I learned that wearing a hat + headlamp = good fit
• A faint smell from the smoldering dumpster fire over at SHS, but we powered on through
• My car stinks, my shoes are ruined, and everything is covered in mud. Wouldn’t have it any other way!!