4/13/08: Another summary. Another counterclockwise (semi-)loop. And I’m getting closer to when I might remember something about these hashes. But why are they SO unmemorable? (I can’t even remember my own trail from February. And it was brilliant!) Pathetic! The hare suffers from a lack of imagination, much like his roommate. But at least he sets a trail when it’s his turn. Starting from Box Seats in Smithfield doesn’t exactly bode well for virgin territory. Whatever.

 Trail started out west to the path along the reservoir. A check was easily mastered, and the pack turned south, to another check near the dam/spillway. Amish and WHO checked the spillway, figuring on at least a little shiggy. Wrong. Trail went out to pavement and turned left on the path on the south side of the Woonasquatucket River. Never been there before! A check at the 116 bridge sent hashers in all directions, But Concrete found it first, up the embankment, and then across the river on the bridge to the north bank of the river.

 The entire network of trails leading to Bryant through Washington Grove Park now lay at the hare’s disposal. Basket ventured forth, not to be heard from for some time. But WHO and Amish found true trail, bushwhacking along the riverbank heading east. And it wasn’t long before they came to the Beer Check. Not long. Meaning maybe a mile. But that’s not all bad. And Basket was missing. The beer check was next to a few non-descript trees on a steep slope next to the river. They started in on the beer and were about to sing, when they saw a light and a bewildered Basket looking for marks at the top of the ridge on the strangely-named Appian Way. (The Smithfield Industrial Park obviously has delusions of grandeur, comparing this ¼ mile path with the “Queen of Roads” stretching from the Forum Romana to Brundisium on the heel of the Italian boot. But I digress.) They tried to be quiet, but eventually Basket heard the stifled whispers (Mostly they were saying things like:”I can’t believe he’s that dumb.” and “Is he deaf as well as color-blind?” and things like that.) He joined them.

 Finishing up the last beers, they were on out. Trail continued briefly along the river. It then turned north through the Industrial Park on the infamous powerlines. Once they hit 116, no one was looking for any marks, and they turned back to Rt 5 and the cars. Basket led through the woods of the park. He delayed everyone.

 They circled in the woods behind Box Seats. The run was rated. Near loss of Basket, some good ice shiggy, and no Bondo were up against prolonged pavement on the way back, no bimbos, and lack of loss of Basket. Total: +0. Hashit went to Oozing for being the loud voice at the BC that resulted in Basket finding said BC. Finishing up, they of course crossed the street and had the On On On at Effin’s. Pretty soon, the owner at Box Seats is going to have any car with an “On On” foot towed.

 

 

Dr WHO

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