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!

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