Terri bested that hare by a hair—of the chin, not the nose, by the way—by crossing first the tape and, now, our spry-albeit-dry purposed tortoise continues on her way—to preserve the vibe with an imbibe at the riverscape, where Myrtle and Shelly are waiting to welcome their winsome winner to a classy, grassy—with a side of sassy—dinner. ; )