Read My Boobs and I were in Chattanooga this past weekend to hang out with her non-hasher sister.  We finally got into town around 6:30 Saturday night and stopped at Warehouse Row to do some last-minute shopping.  That's where we saw our first mark, right there on Market Street, about a block from cops arresting some dude who was screaming "I wasn't doing anything!"  Uh huh.  The only thing cooler than knowing another perp is off the street is finding hash when you're not expecting it.

The next morning, we were in the middle of an epic walk around North Chattanooga and the downtown area and saw another mark at the Hunter Museum near the glass bridge.  The flour looked like wet bread dough, but was still recognizable.  We were able to follow marks for a while, until we finally lost trail somewhere near Riverside Dr. southeast of the museum.

Moral of the story:

Your trail lived on long after the original pack blew through.  Much to the joy of a couple out-of-towners.

-L&F