The course was too wet for horses but I still rated it fine, on the first weekend of March.
Erroneously crossing town four times on foot gave me an unmatched thirst.
Spirits were high on the ride back to town.
The keg was certainly much less burdensome late in the afternoon.
We returned to the infamous Royal and were swamped by other patrons as the night rolled on.
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