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Bowling for Grog Hash - Run #463 |
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A smallish pack assembled WITHOUT waiting for High Beams (a usual late-arriver) who had already committed to other activities - a fine Hasher, but with questionable priorities, obviously!
The Hares did the usual mystic demonstration of HHH markings to be expected on trail, before releasing the "nine" to find trail. The exalted Grand Mattress and
Frontal Lobotomy (A.KA. GROG!) walked and the rest raced randomly round the parking area until a westward trend was established. Many clever false trails slowed the runners briefly until they launched quickly towards the reservation at the end of Hovey.
Far too late, the runners discovered they were in the midst of a LOOOOOOONNNNGGGG false trail, cleverly disguised as one of the best fast-running areas in the neighbourhood. The equally LOOOOOOONNNNGGGG trail back drew fine murmurs of appreciation from the awed runners. Meanwhile GM and GROG! (Frontal Lobotomy) had taken the real trail, placing a key blob of flour for the runners' benefit.
Another km or so led all to a halt where the Hares quizzed the pack about their cumulative interest in trying a wine-tasting en route. NO SURPRISE, the pack was unanimous in its HUGE APPRECIATION for the Hares' fine enterprise and concern for the pack's welfare in the heat. So an already FINE RUNNING
TRAIL became even better with the turn into
Marley's Farm Winery, where several glasses of their finest product were sipped and slurped with enthusiasm PLUS. Hare DeepShit offered his credit card for the damage and to acquire a bottle of the fine wine too (Is
this LEGITIMATE? Shopping on a Hash Run???). There are NO RULES ...
A modest and challenging set of diversions led the pack to the beer check in the aptly-named Pastel Crescent, hosted by a fine and genteel gent friend of GROG!'s and the host already knew MCAF from their respective military studies. ASTOUNDING !!!!! But the pack was eager to complete this WONDERFUL TRAIL and get to the end and the circle by the lawn bowling club. Only one passerby who resembled a person (possibly) with a position of authority paused to wish us a fine afternoon while we dispensed justice and religion to all who merited. The Hares received GREAT PRAISE for their fine efforts and imagination, GM was down-downed for her lack of ANY HHH kit, and the rest fades into a giant blur as the exquisite golden liquids flowed.
A further inspired choice led the reduced pack to the Prairie Inn for the On After, amidst the key qualities of sociable amiabilities.
On-On
Frontal Lobotomy (A.KA. GROG!)