Let's see… Third hash with rain, cold, shiggy, and washed out flour. Hopefully the last under these conditions for awhile.
In many ways it was a brutally long and unforgiving hash. Rachael later boasted that it took her and High Beams three hours
to set this trail. This admission came later in the week as both hares were not around for the assembly of the pack and
could not adequately inform them of their lengthy trail once they arrived. This was because the poor dears found it necessary
to dash home to change their clothes, dry their hair, wash their runners, paint their nails, etc. twixt laying trail and the
start of the hash. So everyone had to stand in the rain, milling about and keeping
themselves entertained while waiting - and waiting - for the hares to get comfortable with the thought of going out into the rain again.
And then it was all a flustered rush to get on trail.
The hash welcomed two newcomers to the isle, one being "Lakey," late of the CH3, and a virgin coerced into attending by "I came 3X." "I came 3X" was looking quite fit and trim herself, after having just spent 6 weeks at an armed forces recreational camp-out with a lot of swimming, sun-bathing and general lounging about.
The trail turned out to be an abbreviated 10+ km jaunt through the Lakehill area, some of it over the terrain hashed a week before during the Friday Darkside. Luckily for the peanut gallery, the trail crossed several playing fields and parks, resulting in much delightful paddock running and shiggy splashing. Mercifully, the hares didn't send us up Christmas Hill at the end. But it was close.
Much silliness ensued at the down downs, probably due to a combination of hypothermia, exhaustion and lack of nutrition. Some of the more notable charges were filed against Preemie's attempt to give away DH3 money to strangers, only to be foiled by the vigilant, professional behaviour of the Saanich police. "Bite my nuts" was given a cake for his birthday, which was strange since this usually happens on a hasher's 50th birthday. Even Stoolie can tell that he is still just a kid and no where near 50 years old. We must really like "Bite my nuts". Stoolie was also charged as the result of some lame rebound from Digger, likely because everyone was too drunk to realize what was happening.
On-afters were held at the Monkey Tree Pub, where Jack-off showed up late.
This admission came later in the week as both hares were not around for the assembly of the pack and
could not adequately inform them of their lengthy trail once they arrived. This was because the poor dears found it necessary
to dash home to change their clothes, dry their hair, wash their runners, paint their nails, etc. twixt laying trail and the
start of the hash. So everyone had to stand in the rain, milling about and keeping
themselves entertained while waiting - and waiting - for the hares to get comfortable with the thought of going out into the rain again.
And then it was all a flustered rush to get on trail.