Wallbanger's Beach Hash
Run #1182,
November 24, 2008
Hare: Florence Wallbanger
Location: Beach Pond, Arcadia.
Weather: Low 40's, Cloudy.
Present: Dr
WHO, Amish It Head, Async, Bondo Jovi, WIPOS, Basket Boom Boom
The
Run:
Only a few were
hardy (dumb) enough to make it to the Connecticut border for the virgin
solo-haring of Florence Wallbanger at the familiar
location of Beach Pond in Arcadia. (Speaking of retarded, a car full of Boston
wanks led by Retard himself and Pick Wrung Guy tried and failed to find the site. Ha, ha!)
The early arrivals waited a few minutes too long; tempting fate. But there was
no sign of Basket, so they took off with great
rejoicing. But they were premature. A few minutes after they entered the woods,
the worst happened: Basket arrived.
Trail led out
along the Deep Pond Path (Tippecansett Trail) briefly southeast. A marked
bushwhack to the pond shores was pretty obviously unnecessary. WHO would be dumb enough to follow this kind of thing!
Trail paralleled the pond for a while, and then took off east through the woods.
There was not much running to be done, but at least there were a few bog
crossings. Async led for the most part, followed
alternately by WHO and Amish.
The trail curved
north and uphill. Amish frequently had to stop and
carry his dog. At least this gave him some sort of exercise. Basket by now was with the group, although the leaders were
confused as Bondo had made a bugle out of a piece of
his home still, and Basket was only carrying a whistle. The checks were sparse,
and so was the flour. Progress was slow on the bushwhacks, but even with
frequent calls of “Last Mark!”, Async and WHO were able to find the beer stop by 7:15. WHO of course, immediately called “False Trail!” Async WAS COMPASSIONATE AND CALLED “Beer Check!” TO BASKET AND AS YOU WILL SOON FIND OUT WAS NOT GIVEN HASHIT FOR THIS
HEINOUS AND ALMOST INCONCEIVABLE CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY AND VERY NATURE ITSELF!,
if you’ll pardon a little editorializing.
The beer was
easily found, and all were present. Except the hare. Lost sweeping his own
trail! (He naturally denied this, but WHO’s kidding
whom!) Luckily, he hadn’t troubled to hide the beer very well. He finally
arrived. A variety of beer was shared, along with some dried fruit and M&M
trail mixes. What is this, a granola-crunching wilderness group? No one new to
impress, and no bimbos to scandalize so there wasn’t much in the way of singing.
Ah, winter! The return of the all gay RIH3.
Trail back led
south and west. The main trail was soon reached, and with little effort, the
group returned to the cars. The circle was formed on the shore of Deep Pond.
Ratings included: slight shiggy, short trail, good beer, and an unaccountable 6F
rating from Bondo. It was only the news that the
Boston crowd had driven all the way down only to get lost and miss the whole
thing that saved it for the hare. Total: +0. Hashit was given to Dr WHO, because they had plenty of time for a long song (No
other reason seems possible.) Finishing up, they moved on to the Black
River Inn, where they were well-behaved and quiet.
Pathetic!
On On