Twin River Powerline Hash

Run #1178, Oct 27, 2008

Hare:  Pubic Housing, Donkey Punch

Location:  North Providence/Lincoln .

Weather:  40's, clear.

Present:   Dr WHO, Cumsockit To Me, Just MJ, Just Kathy, Oozing SD, WIPOS, Florence Wallbanger, Basket Boom Boom, Bondo Jovi. Visitors: Red Tipped Shark, Pat My Fly, Wrung Guy, Hare Club For Queers, Laa-Laa.

The Run:

For the virgin hares (for Rhode Island, anyways) a large crowd was sure to show. Conveniently located in the upper parking lot of The Marieville School in North Providence, the hash gathered with visitors from Boston. The Woonsocket crowd of bimbos had figured on this being a Halloween run, Oct 27 and all, and showed up in bizarre costumes. Then again, maybe that’s how they dress in Woonsocket. Bondo had no comment. They watched as the hare and co-hare showed up at just about 6:20. Trail was started on time. Too bad for Laa-Laa, late again!

The obvious beginning was just that: around the parking lot fence and north on the powerlines. It was all flashlights at this point of the year. The powerlines had a few checks which fooled no one as there was nowhere else to go until they came to Rt. 246. After some confusion, trail was found entering a neighborhood briefly. But it still continued north. And back to the powerlines. Whoopee!

They continued to parallel Rt 146 north, up Cobble hill. Diverging from the powerlines, they crossed Cobble Hill Rd. Trail briefly entered the Lincoln Woods. This led to some attempts at shortcutting. But Red Tipped Shark and Flobanger, having no idea where they were, were able to find true trail leading almost to the pond, and crossing under the highway in a tunnel. The rest soon followed.

Trail crossed 246 again, and headed into Twin Rivers. A beer check at the slots? No chance! The almost invisible marks were followed along the south border of the parking lot until finally, someone saw a light in the woods. It was the hare at the beer check. On the powerlines! The beer came out and the singing started, muted only when the security van could be seen through the bushes. Against all odds, even Pat My Fly and Wrung Guy made it eventually. And Bondo! It was time to leave.

Trail back took the powerlines southeast, across Paddock Dr to 246. They turned south on 246 and encountered a completely unnecessary loop through some shiggy between the two highways. What fun! Eventually, they caught on and crossed under 146 and took Cooper to Bassett to the school. As they prepared to circle, Laa-Laa showed up with a tale of lost trail, North Providence Police and sexual favors from woodland creatures or something. It was a long time ago, so maybe I’ve got it wrong. WHO cares. They circled up near the powerlines.

Ratings for the run: virgin hares, virgin territory, and some shiggy were positives. But Bondo and Basket at the beer check, miles of pavement, and dry feet were powerful negatives. Total:-0. The visitors were interrogated and punished. Hashit went to Basket for boasting about finding better trail than anyone (i.e. getting lost, AGAIN!). And, finishing up, they headed for The Lodge, where the food missiles were plentiful, and the back room was soon emptied by the group. But they never seem to kick us out, so I guess we have to keep going back.

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