A posse of lads ande a lass met up at thye Foxes and headed up Worsley. Hit the muck and decided to go up the B line which was better. They then rode, slid, pushed and pulled their steeds up the Body Bag. The lass went left along the traverse into vic and home while the lads went right, down Kennedys, The Crocidle before heading home. They all managed to get home before the shittiest snow storm ever hit.
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