Our games have begun...
|LD on the Up and Over.|
|Squirl Line. Looking for the nut.|
All was great. Hitting all our crap. junk piles, and rubbish. On our way to our prized Eagle Log. We were stopped dead in our tracks. The new 9 Mile Youngblood crossing. Darkness/ lights. Walking it don't count/ feel the shame. Cheater starts, shuffles, and re-lineups don't count. Must ride one bank to the other, then reverse. So we turned around, tails between legs, retreat. RS was beside himself (so was I).
|A 'Blue Guuse' w/ some Goons|
Note- Jim attempting to avoid river for fear of swimming in the creek. He plants a bonus seed for next time. You fall in the creek with your lights then what? Huh. I didn't even think on that... Bonus consequence. ha.
Mammmath today. If you don't know LODX. You should...
Was thinking on river tomorrow but Jim wont go. I don't want to swim without a witness.