PHHH #1089.9

Date: April 16, 2006

Place: ETS and Stony Brook

Weather: A day for the lilies

Time: 90 minutes

Hares: Delicate Psyche and his apprentice, Windbreaker

Hounds: Hey YO! Paully, Ouipee, Sjorn Dork, Matt Muffelman, Psilent Pnight, Hare in my Zipper
Heard on Dork's cell phone: Premature Graduation, who still hasn't graduated. . . yet!

The highlights here included the fine assortment of wild flowers-white, pink, yellow, violet--and 
the speckled and rainbow trout spotted in Stony Brook.  No wimps, these: real toe-biting 8-inchers 
enjoying the absence of herons which, per Windbreaker, have all flown to Amsterdam and taken up 
squatting on the beams used for piano-moving on those 4-story walk-ups.

Speaking of birds, the trail behind Princeton Day School led to a comfy housing development where 
turkey vultures circled the jackpot: a female prone on her front lawn, not yet putrefying, saved 
only by Wheepee's aimless search for marks (he found none on her).

Plus, many refreshing stream crossings, a pleasant regroup and repast at Hanging Rock, a tree 
bridge that demanded a pointless crossing from a checkmark, Paully's promising effort to recruit 
a homeowner in Timberlands to join us next week, and a typical Dorky run for trail where there 
was none.  You're at a check, surrounded by manses the size of Buckingham Palace, and a paved 
path that continues straight ahead.  What do you do?  Well, if you're Dork, you conclude that the 
unfinished house with a mailbox and an invisible electronic fence is the best direction. This 
looked a lot less promising as we approached the black Hummer in the driveway, and positively 
disenchanting as two bounding, barking German shepherds gnashed their teeth in Dork's general 
direction.  What do you say, dear?  Fortunately Dork is conversant in UHF dogspeak, and the hunds 
laid not a tooth on the hounds, who beat a hasty retreat back to the check.

Delicate Psyche provided a way too healthy brookside on-in of fresh fruit and fine Euro beers, 
the combination and digestion of which has undoubtedly contributed to heightened methane levels 
and global warming in Lawrenceville and Princeton this evening.

In other news, Weatherman is now the proud father of a son who solved the Hodge Road Conjecture 
before they cut the umbilical chord.

And did we mention earlier that Nonsensei and Bjorn's Secret's son Kenzo is home again, home 
again, safe and sound among the edelweiss?

Next week: Hare in my Zipper looks for a drier on-in location, but sensibly promises nothing.