The run directions sent us to near the dam opposite the Wang Tarn resort… Given how wrong the directions were, its quite impressive that so many people found it – around 20km away from either the dam or the resort. Eyes turned towards the mountain that rose above us with a view point obvious at the top – JC made no attempt to deny the inevitable climb either as he pointed us off straight towards the mountain. I jogged off with Chuckie grumbling in my ear about the number of 1,000 baht notes he’d been given. At the first check he picked it correct and I was left at the back after dealing with a 180m check back.
With no checks for about another km, I jogged along making my way through the walkers, but I was feeling tired and when the option of a wimp trail appeared, I ducked out and the trail started climbing up the mountain, it was a gentle climb, but up it went and soon Turkish Delight came by immediately turning into a racist, silent running bastard. There were few checks, and those there were pretty straight forward to call – following the ridge along to the view point we’d seen before.
I could hear the FRBs behind me on the Rambo trail as we descended the road. Over my shoulder the returning Dirty Pervert was closing me down – testament to his recovery and my lack of energy. Sure enough as I approached the cars, Chuck Wao came up behind me and we walked in together.
As we waited for the slower walkers, the sky turned darker so we attempted to start the circle but the heavens opened and the decision was made to suspend the circle until the restaurant. Frozen Dick, Jeff and Clitzipper finally made it back in the storm so we packed up and relocated to the restaurant for circle #2 and a great turn out for the On-On-On.