The air was crisp, but not cold. Jacket weather. It felt good. Honey suckle filled the air. It smelled very good. The birds were so loud even I could hear them. It sounded great. The sky was filled with broken clouds with the colored light rising over the horizon. It looked fantastic! What could make for a better morning ruck??
Bacon. Taste was the only sense neglected, and you can never go wrong with bacon.
It was a great ruck.
Sorry you missed it.