Where’s the Point Hash

Run #1028, Dec 12, 2005

Hare:  Amish It Head

Location:  Rome Point, North Kingston.

Weather:  Low 30’s, Icy.

Present:  Dr WHO, Basket Boom Boom, Tinker, Oozing SD, SESYB, Dry Foot Fairy, WIPOS, Seamus.

 

The Run:

It’s been so long, WHO could remember any details about this run. But I promised a write-up and so here you are. We met at the parking lot for Rome Point in North Kingston, just South of Wickford. Tinker expected to hash. So he made the trip from NH. Was he disappointed! I of course, knew exactly what to expect. But Trail wanted the bloody Steak Fry. So she made me come. (Ha, Ha!)

At six-thirty then, I led east out towards the point. The hare frantically called me back and showed me the most pathetic powder blue arrow. The marks were lightly tinted with Kool-Aid or something, and were almost impossible to see. Pathetic! He should try my technique of marking with garam masala! You can even smell the marks. Playing along, we turned right into a short bushwhack. At least this kept us off the sheer ice on the main road.

For a while. We were soon back on the road, and eventually came out on the old railroad grade. Some checks had us slipping and sliding every which way. But I of course was not fooled like Basket and WHO, and followed true trail all the way. They headed off to Rome Point, while I led SESYB and Tinker north, following footprints more than flour. It must be my natural skills. After all, I once made it from Hyderabad to Lahore in less than a month on a lame water buffalo with no map, two gallons of muddy water from the Indus, and a pack of Cheetos!

The trail turned slightly west, and while I was looking after SESYB, they somehow got ahead of me. We were in some rolling woods, and ahead of me that annoying Dr WHO removed a board bridge from a small thawing stream. I thoughtfully replaced it after I crossed. He is so childish! What a badmash! But we soon came to a “B”. The beer was hidden at an innocuous bend in the trail. Not very interesting. But there was beer. We sang and drank, and there were even some Cheetos!

Beer done, we reversed trail. Dr WHO, again ahead of me, removed the bridge. It wasn’t funny the first time! But on we went, completing the anti-clockwise circle back to the cars. Only to find WIPOS and Dry Foot slipping and sliding on the dirt road, trying to find trail. (You know, it’s not a bad idea: arrive late, look like you’ve exerted yourself, and have some beer. I may have to try this.) The circle was begun. Ratings for the run reflected lots of ice, invisible marks, and no pirate theme. The hare was given a +0.69! Hashit, I couldn’t tell you. It must have gone to Basket.

Finally, we moved on. We made it to the Oak Hill Tavern for the first time in a while, and they were ready for us (or at least had enough food, this time. But no chapattis. Or Cheetos!) The steaks were cooked, the beer contaminated, popcorn was spilled, and songs were sung. Another wasted evening! I think I’ll spend a few extra weeks in Scotland over the holidays!

 

On On

Oozing S.D.