Lost City
Hash
Run #1206,
May 11, 2009
Hare: Fuwangi Boner
Co-Hare: Just Josh
Location: Parente's,
Smithfield
Weather:
60's, Clear.
Present: Dr WHO, Friar
Fuck, Pat My Fly, WIPOS, Crackatoa, Just Kathy, Bondo, Basket, Oozing SD, Donkey
Punch, Pubic Housing, Justin My Ass.
The
Run:
The beginning of
the run was marked by the early arrival of Bondo
Jovi, always a bad thing. Not willing to wait for 6:30 to roll around, he
had a beer, took out some flour and amade an arrow pointing towards Bryant
University. This fortuitously proved to be exactly the wrong direction. And then
he was off, finding true trail across Rt 7 on a dirt road heading northeast. The
hare was late in arriving, and didn’t notice the arrow. Fun
times!
The pack was
off, as soon as they could pry Friar and Pat My Fly from their barstools in Parentes. Trail led
northeast through the woods out to Essex Street, then turned east up to the
small bridge (previously a beer check in happier times). WHO found true trail in the stream turning back north. The
pack made their way out to the powerlines and soon crossed east into the Lost
City.
At this point,
as filler, Basket has advised me to add the
following:
Hanton
City
(known locally as Lost City
The
remains of Hanton City consist of several stone foundations, a burial site, a
defunct dam apparently used for irrigation, and a dilapidated scattering of
stone walls, typifying it as a standard small New England farming community. The
entire site is completely overgrown, making it nearly impossible to locate when
any vegetation is present.
At
the time of its habitation, the small settlement was extremely isolated from the
main town of Smithfield. For this reason, several theories have been posited in
regards to its raison d'ętre.
The
first theory is that the residents of Hanton City were a small band of runaway
slaves united to live in secrecy in the wilds of then extremely rural
Smithfield. This theory seems unlikely given the logistics of a renegade group
of people's ability to procure the building materials and basic supplies needed
to create even the most rudimentary settlement (let alone the outside goods
required to maintain day-to-day life).
The
second theory is that the residents of Hanton City were all pariahs afflicted
with a communicable disease that mandated their isolation from the general
populace. The third and most likely theory is that those who founded Hanton City
were Loyalists: colonists who remained loyal to the king of England during the
American Revolution. It is uncertain whether these Loyalists were forced to live
in exile by the historically fiercely independent Rhode Islanders or whether
they chose of their own volition to form an enclave of the politically
like-minded. Several Tories from Newport were exiled to Smithfield and Glocester
in 1776, including Thomas Vernon whose diary was
published.
Exciting, huh?
Well, the trail did not take advantage of the Lost City. As far as these hares
were concerned, the city will remain lost. But the beer did not remain lost, and
the group reached the Beer Check, near the gas pipelines. Beer was opened.
Meanwhile, back at Parentes, JIMA, Donkey Punch, Pubic Housing and
Oozing were getting more and more lost in the
brambles near Bryant. Note to hashers: if you arrive late and see a flour arrow
anywhere near Bondo’s car, be very, very
skeptical.
Finishing up,
trail back was straightforward: south to the pipeline and out back to Rt 7. They
circled up behind Parentes. The run was rated. No virgin territory, but a
powerline (always a treat). No Oozing, but Bondo! No Donkey Punch, at least
on trail, but also no Pubic Housing! The whines of
those that had chosen Bondo’s guidance settled the
issue: +0! Just Kathy was named: “Clamcakes”. WHO remembers why?
Hashit went to Bondo, of course. The On On On was at
Parentes, where the beer may suck, but the waitresses pants are tight and
their thongs are microscopic.
On On