Waterlogged

I love running through the slop of a watery, muddy trail, so last evening's tromp at the Buffalo Trace trail with three other Buffaloes was ideal. Devil Dawg, Cuz, Andrew and I gleefully squished through 5 miles of swollen creeks and small lakes. This is trail running at its best. Pathetic absence of the rest of the herd, though. After the run the ever-faithful Dawg fetched the bait, which was swallowed with great gusto by the waterlogged Buffaloes. I'm sure of a much better turnout next Thursday at the Hammy Hamsterton Memorial Run, our annual tribute to the homeless hamster brought in by Danielle a few years ago. A solemn event not to be missed.