a half dozen men running around in circles trying to find it.
No surprise here. Men just can't think logically, or critically. Once they get to a control vicinity, they run around in circles, looking at each other and hoping to be lucky. That's the best they know.... I can imagine it was a comic scene.
and now you can finish off the season at the Traverse (register now please ;)
Well done! And congrats for winning a prize rhe whole family can enjoy. :-D
Circles, pffft. Circles are for beginners. An independent panel of experts has studied my GPS track. Their conclusion: "This work represents one person's inner struggle with modern sociological forces, combined with an appreciation for but, at that moment, also disharmony and anti-oneness with nature. It is clear that a genius was at work that day in the reentrants of Knob Noster." I would like to emphasize that the independent panel of experts said, "genius."
Woo! Sounds like a blast. way to go!