Despite some pre-game pre-blast pre-chatter by the one and only Boy du Jersey, three Jersey-less Vikings launched into the humid gloome (the "e" defines this as premium gloom) for a good old-fashioned Viking smack-down.
A wide-open gate beckoned us to the drizzly climes of NMP where we found a dry spot (mind you that's ONE dry spot for 3 pax) which was a fine place to review the sharing skills we learned in kindergarten while we CoP'd for a spell.
From thence we moseyd down the way for a stop and drop at the boulder pile for some curls and what-not.
Next we ambled to the jungle gym for several rounds of fun on the monkey bars (pull-ups, toe-ups and the like), and we also found another pile of heretofore unseen boulders for some more rock work.
With our guns sufficiently loaded, we set out on a couple laps around the track with mobility (and more) at the corners.
Now soaked from an intoxicating combination of mist and sweat, we set out for home with another stop at the rocks, and then a final push to the finish, where we finally found another dry spot, this time one big enough for all the pax.
Soak-skin:
Jimmy O reported sore feet from a long ruck in new shoes, but he toughed out 1.6 miles anyway.
Waffle House came in hot, leaped from the Waffle-mobile in his tank, perceived moisture and proclaimed (I quote): "We have options!" But the pax all agreed that if coffee was to be had, there was no reason not to earn it in a warm August rain.
CoT offered TAP's to anyone suffering from Covid, and several other intentions. Coffeeteria was indeed had, and therein we spotted Red October and Blackberry, who seemed to be involved in some sort of "Pina Colada song" meeting in the corner.
All-in-all it was a morning we can hang our hats upon.
Goat sends.