Bullying off for the final chukka, as we canter down the last furlong with the nineteenth hole in sight, and I should stop this right now before my metaphors get any more mixed. Anyway. Where was I?
That takes us all the way around, because stop 74 is the end of the Hunt at the Renaissance Faire again, so all that's left for me to do is to thank, once more, Perryn Peterson and his indefatigable helpers for organizing the Hunt, the merchants for their generosity and their cunning, and my fellow hunters for their staunch support! See you on the next one, guys.