0527 hours. Canuck, Lawn Dart and Possum are stretching. No Blackbeard in sight. 0528 hours and no changes. 0529 hours and the stretching evolves quickly to kvetching. Lawn Dart: "Where the heck is Blackbeard?? He instigated this!"
Alas, there would be no Blackbeard sighting (until coffeeteria!)
Sans pirate, we four horsemen ambled off into the darkness to find that the bridge to rubbermaid was slicker than (pick your favorite):
a. snot on a doorknob
b. the path to Hell
We (barely) made it over the bridge and up to the rock pile, where Lawn Dart procured an entirely unreasonable boulder.
We did a bunch of rock/cardio/mobility stuff, then we re-traced our steps back over the bridge from heck, stopped by the fountain-that's-now-a-planter, and then we ran around doing some other stuff to ensure we got in at least 2 miles.
We were rewarded for our effort with a Blackbeard appearance at coffeeteria, augmented with a rare pinch of Sweet C.
A good time was had by all.
GG sends.