Q: Sooie
PAX: Roadkill, Half Lyfe, Choo Choo, Sooie, Siri, Legos
FNGs: None
COUNT: 6
CONDITIONS:
Verily, the morn broke cold as a miser’s mercy. 26 degrees with a sly, needling breeze that whispered of winter’s oncoming siege. Old Man Winter had not yet unsheathed his frosted blade, yet his breath could be felt upon the nape.
WARMUP:
Nay.
THE THANG:
Our fellowship, numbering six set forth westward beneath the paling gloam, rucks strapped firm like the burdens of ancient questing. Our boots found rhythm along the winding westward toward the venerable cemetery resting at the knees of mighty Mt. Eddy.
At the pavilions, we moved as one—six silhouettes vanishing and reappearing between cedar guardians, their boughs sighing. The path swelled upward, a slow heave, a subtle beckoning, all the while treading upon a road of gold: fallen leaves beaten flat as though by elven hands, paving our ascent to the summit.
Time, that ever-reluctant companion, betrayed us. 0615 rang out across the ridge though our loop remained unsealed. Yet YHC called the ruck to a halt where we stood. Numbers and names recited, announcements spoken, and petitions lifted skyward like sparks from a campfire.
Down the final slope, through the thinning trees and the reluctant dawn light, we made our return to the mortal trappings where the humming sound of automobiles ferrying commuters to their various destinations steadily increased. We sealed our brotherhood with the sacred draught: Sooie Brewie, the steaming elixir that stirs the bones awake.
But let it not be forgotten—
On the trail, as though summoned from forgotten legend, stood a buck, proud and unmoved, bearing eight points upon his antlered crown. A sentry of the forest realm. A sign, perhaps, or a silent benediction upon our wandering fellowship.
MOLESKINE:
Our quote for the trek:
“A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.”
So spake Aragorn son of Arathorn, chieftain of the Dúnedain, ranger of the North.
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
Siri is leading a 0600 beatdown on 11/15 at the Percy Warner stairs.
COT:
‘Twas good to welcome back Half Lyfe to the gloom and hear him recount the various trials he endured during The Struggle!
