Ninth Annual Blue Berry Hash in Port Alberni
Hash - Run #465 |
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| It was an even more laid back hash than usual. Blue was the theme as we were all a bit blue that this year's gathering would almost certainly be the last in that location - though it's easier than ever to find the driveway with the "Lakefront
for sale" sign at the edge of the highway. The hash trial was a simple round the lake via roads and logging area affair. Your scribe acted as Mucksucker's feet and stand-in hare as he was restricted in his ability to maneuver due to back injuries. The hash was run and Double Hump standing in as RA ensured all were duly charged with various crimes. On the trail I recall Testy whining about there being too much running, while Stroke and Call Boy almost made it to Bamfield as they missed the double parallel lines on the logging road. |
The highlight of "Religion" was the naming of Testy's Phil as
"Pussy Whipped Blue Buck" - after both his immediate taking of the hint that it was time to turn in the night before when Testy was about to leave the garage and of course
Blue Buck Beer from Victoria's own
Philip's
Brewery. The other event at Religion was
Stoolie's fashion statement while he made a re-entrance with his orange mini-kimono and thong-like lower garment. Stoolie had earlier claimed that the Hash beer was going bad - we're not sure but the Hash is always unpredictable and that's what makes it the hash.After Religion, the fabulous potluck dinner was followed by the second annual Blueberry The rain arrived before morning and it was blue berry pancakes in the carport with Angie's hot coffee arriving at regular intervals. Late Sunday morning, a gathering was held to honour Floppy as the only hasher, beyond Mucksucker himself, to have attended all nine Blue Berry Hashs. The last excitement of the weekend was Testy walking back to the house some time after leaving announcing that Pussy Whipped Blue B's hot Golf GTI and tent trailer were jackknifed on the steepest part of the hill just short of the road. Many manly hashers were roused to the call, 4x4 trucks, ropes and cables were brought to bare.. After much beating on chests the trailer was eased back out the way, the hot car backed away and Stoolie's 4x4 rescued the trailer hauling it to the top of the hill. Thank-you to Angie, for inviting and tolerating us once again in her lakeside refuge. And to Mucksucker, Cardinal Sin and Bad to the Bone for there invitation and work. On-On Beaver Fever. |