Wednesday, Feb. 19 - Farmership of the Ring

[Rolf]

Forecast says 3°, which means our wheels will barely sink into the mud—much like the light, elven shoes of Legolas as he swiftly ran “to find the Sun” while the Fellowship struggled through the thick, breast-high snows atop Caradhras.

Pace: somewhat hastier than Gimli Cassels, carrying his battle-axe, and behind Aragorn J. Neale, pursuing orcs in a full rage.

Route: Shelbourne warmup, followed by “You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite that something you were after.” Butterbeer and pipeweed at the Prancing MokaHouse around 7:30.

[Dolly]

I am in for this adventure! But will there be time for second breakfast?

[toddhatfield]

Oh, I'll be there, my precious, watching.

[AJ Neale]

Butterbeer = Harry Potter
Ale, Mead, Beer = Lord of the Rings ( served by Barliman Butterbur )

( I know you aim for accuracy R )

There is ALWAYS time for second breakfast Dolly!

[Rolf]

Butterbeer = Harry Potter
Ale, Mead, Beer = Lord of the Rings ( served by Barliman Butterbur )

Fantasy conflation! Guilty as charged! Spotter’s badge and all due credit, Son of Arathorn. This warmed my heart!

[schouten]

I'll be out. Sounds like I should pack some cram...

[Alan]

I'm in, but if you continue with that Lard of the Wang gibberish, I may need to practice my double-leg takedown on ya..
I wish Johnny were here to give ya a spanking...

[schouten]

I think Alan's more of a grumpy dwarf...

[Alan]

[mashby]

Yes; definitely. Adventure first; second-breakfast second.

[myboys]

Always second breakfast before first lunch! I'll see y'all after first breakfast.

Mary