Tres Amigos met in the parking lot at Godwin. Gypsy and I drove our vehicles while Mr. Rogers, sans Wally, jogged over wearing his Sippy Cup inspired Hokas with screws in the soles for better traction in the treacherous conditions. We had heard that roving packs of cabin-fever crazed zombies were out searching for bread and milk. These rumors needed to be verified or debunked.
We decided to divide and conquer. Mr. Rogers would circle the school looking for signs of mischief while Gypsy and I would investigate the situation in the surrounding neighborhood.
Gypsy wore his bullet proof vest with 20 pounds plates front and back and carried a mug of coffee with some kind of foul-smelling flavoring added. (I drink my coffee black.) I wore a bullet proof kettlebell in my backpack and mostly walked behind Gypsy figuring that in case of trouble, he would be targeted first.
Once we got across the ice-covered parking lot parallel to Pump, we went thru the neighborhood to get to Falconbridge. The road was like a minefield and we had to pick our way carefully, but we made it to Falconbridge with no injuries. We turned left intending to circumnavigate the neighborhood via Raintree, Ridgefield and Pump back to the AO. Falconbridge and Raintree were immaculately clear of snow and ice. Minimal activity was encountered; only 1 jogger on Raintree and he appeared to be normal.
However, Ridgefield was a danger zone. We encountered numerous enemy cars requiring us to leave the road and hide behind the blocks of ice piled up in the sidewalk on about 4 occasions before we got to Pump. Fortunately, they didn’t see us despite our headlamps and we escaped unharmed.
Having secured the area, Mr. Rogers headed home and Gypsy and I went to Dunkin.
