Hash That Deserves No Name

Run #1075, November 6, 2006

Hare:  Eenie Weenie Dick

Location:  Waterman Ave., North Providence

Weather:  High 40’s, Clear

Present:  Great at Giving Head, Amish It Head, Candy Caner, Dry Foot Fairy, Dr WHO, Microhard, Basket Boom Boom, Bondo Jovi, WIPOS, Seamus, Ben. Virgin: Just Brian.

The Run:

Basket.

The hare lazily decided to start from his home grounds in North Providence, a locale with nothing whatsoever to recommend it. And this hash as it turned out will undoubtedly go a long way towards discouraging Microhard from keeping up his infrequent visits. The group set off at 6:30 as always, northwest on Rt 104 from the start near the junction of 104 and 44.

Jogging along on pavement, there was a falsie to the left that Dr WHO followed all the way through some briars to the riverbank. He encouraged Amish to do the same. After emerging, the rest saw that it =was a falsie. But the late arriving Basket was dispatched without much effort in the same trap, and so was left behind. They then crossed into a neighborhood a little further upstream on Gladstone. The FRB’s easily made it following trail through some homeowner’s yard. Basket was still trailing. Enough so that the irate homeowner was able to pop out and give him a piece of his mind. Basket can sure use it!

Back out onto Rt 104, and back northwest they went. Another falsie down Esmond Mill Dr was followed and led by Just Brian and Microhard, they entered some shiggy, crossed a small branch stream and found the “X”. Naturally, they waited until all made the crossing. G@GH found a way to cross which kept his feet dry by clinging to a chain link fence over a small bridge, and most elected to use this for their return trip.

Trail continued, northwest on Rt 104. The hash was clearly in a rut. The stragglers regrouped to find Bondo returning from a southwest recce on Esmond street. There was some aimless wandering about. WHO took off through a parking lot and some woods. He ended up on Leland Mowry Dr. Basket blazed ahead on Waterman, and blew by the trail markings to run into WHO. The rest found the true trail on the east bank of the river for a short bushwhack, coming out to resume on pavement on High Street. They regrouped. Trail led to Fernwood, and a check at the Portuguese Social club sent the pack west onto the playing fields behind the club.

Markings were scarce here, and a police squad car pulled in at the north end of the fields, discouraging the use of lights and horns. Trail led to the riverbank. It seemed the hare wanted the pack to cross. There was no effective way of judging depth, but the hare appeared on the opposite bank. He had beer. So led by WHO and Amish they crossed, thigh-high in the rapidly moving water. Basket and Bondo were missing. But unfortunately, Basket showed up, and despite the group quieting down and turning off lights, he found the BC and made the crossing.

The BC was marked by some rhubarb songs, and close monitoring of the policeman’s headlights, still visible through the trees. Finally, they were off. Now how to get back? They followed an old trolley line back to, you guessed it, Rt 104! They went southeast. And they continued southeast. Familiar marks were present. There was a lot of pavement. In a southeasterly way. They finished up with a southeast sprint to the hares and grouped up for the circle in the back.

Ratings on the run were predictable: a nice stream crossing and a few pathetic falsies could not even begin to make up for the northwest and southeast pavement. It costs money to replace soles on shiggy shoes, and the hash suffered substantial wear this night. Total: -6.9. Hashit went to Bondo. I think. On On On was at Stuffies on Mineral Spring. WHO can remember these things that long ago? And WHO cares?

On On