OK . . . I exited the trails at Lester River around 5:00 PM Tuesday night, no other tracks to be seen (other than snowmobile, dogs and walkers).
When I returned on Wednesday afternoon, around 1:00 . . . I found myself following a strange set of tracks . . . fat, slow and dancing from side to side like a drunken sailor (perhaps scurrying, like a white rabbit?).
What could these tracks be I asked myself?
Only two possibilities come to mind:
1: The wiley FARROW training in secret, under the cover of darkness
2: SASQUATCH (on skis?)
My guess: FARROW
There are other endomorphs that roll in the bitter winter evening air...
ReplyDelete"There are other endomorphs that roll in the bitter winter evening air..." Then I say declare thyself!!! Henceforth any and all endomorph trails north of Hinckley, no north of Forest Lake, belong solelyt to CPFarrow, unless someone other than anonymous claims otherwise...
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