This was another contender for hash of the year. Modesty prevents your scribe from doing more than a summary. The group was nearly dispersed by a policeman before they'd even arrived. The silver-tongued hare convinced him that this was not a group of aging homosexuals from RI. This was an adventurous and athletic group of runners out for an evening run. Making this remotely plausible takes some doing! And Pubic Housing hadn't even arrived yet. So they were off at six-thirty promptly. Trail led across the field heading east.

The trail entered the woods. The first check tempted Basket to head uphill on some powerlines. The rest found true trail bush-whacking down to a stream bed. The stream was easily crossed. The marks led south. They went parallel to the stream. Trail went up to and over a large slippery boulder. It went down to a check on a slippery path. Basket went up. The rest went back down to the stream bed. Trail crossed through a boggy patch. Some got their feet wet. They whined. WAAH!

Trail went uphill through the bushes. A poorly maintained path was encountered. This led them up toÉ the powerlines. Basket was chagrined. They came to a check. This led to an elaborate series of brilliant false trails going back to the stream. But Concrete found true trail continuing southwest on the powerlines. He called the rest on. The hare was chagrined.

They soon turned off the powerlines. They came to a quarry. After some false starts, they skirted the lower end of the excavation and turned west into the bushes. They were spread out somewhat. But no one was lost. Not even Basket. They crossed some marshy areas and started uphill. Concrete led. Justin My Ass was not far behind. Basket started to get lost. Things were looking up. A path was encountered and followed. They finally came out toÉ some different powerlines. And the beer check! This was after a few checks and about a half mile of mixed trail and bush-whacking.

 The hare brought out the beer without any annoying hide-and-seek games. Good! Basket eventually appeared at the beer check. Bad! Beer was enjoyed. There were nuts as well. Not just the participants. A few songs were sung to drown out the drone of traffic on Rt 95. They finished up. They moved on.

Trail led northeast on the powerlines for a short distance. A check led to some most interesting garbage. Most stopped to try out some furniture. Or perhaps a discarded bicycle. But trail led east again. It was mostly dirt bike paths and old dirt roads. There were many abandoned cars. And other distractions. But trail was well marked. It took them down into a valley and then up to the Standpipes on Ides Hill. They came down the hill to the cars.

 The circle was held within plain sight of the road. The hare was hoping to get them arrested. No such luck. The run was rated. Good shiggy. Virgin Territory. No pavement. No commas or parentheses in the write-up. However! No one lost. No precipitation. And no one had seen the write-up. Total: -0.69. Hashit: Oozing received the dishonor. He had not taken advantage of the discarded bicycles. They finished the circle. The On On On was at Wetherlaines. It was fine. Except the one bimbo didn't show. So it was another gay time for the RIH3.