Wallowed

It started with a message, then came some clues.

With ominous clouds looming, I spent the drive to the ride contemplating the competition.

"...a trail under a road that rhythms with help, ...where Ben hid the Pabst Blue, It was in a stump where nobody jumped"

Some showed up in costume...

But most just showed

The commish split us into teams of two, made us pound our beers and down our shots.

Into the dark we raced off with our separate strategies

Hiding from each other in search of what was hidden from us

By a fire in the ruins of a riverside barn, it came to an end. There were winners, losers and badly busted fingers. For this Wallow Ween, all had fun and a game was won.

- b