Big River
Float
Hash
Run #1214, July 6, 2009
Hare: Wee Balls
Location: Big River, West Greenwich
Weather: 80's, clear.
Present: Dr
WHO, Amish It Head, Just Colin, Just Pat, Bondo Jovi, WIPOS, Mrs. WIPOS (God
Help Me, I Married WIPOS), Oozing SD, Basket Boom Boom, Snotty, Dogmeat, Fuwangi
Boner, Dicks On Broadway.
The Run:
“Bring Floaties!” said the hare. So a wide variety of dime-store
plastic inflatables made their appearances, as the hashers pulled into the
limited parking along Rt 3 just west of exit 6 (not 6a). The choices were
obviously made with low cost being the primary goal. Most favored simple rings,
and there was one rather unstable inflatable “jet-ski” brought by an optimistic
Fuwangi. Just Colin and
Just Pat brought small inflatable toy animals and
water wings. Not a wise choice. I guess they’re hashers after all. WIPOS brought Mrs. WIPOS and a
canoe. Don’t worry; Mrs. WIPOS is the smart one.
Bondo brought a life vest. Ha, ha!
Promptly at 6:30 (they had heard that Basket was coming with Snotty,
and had to be restrained from leaving early) they were off, floating downriver
(north) on the Big River. The water was chilly, but tolerable (unless you were
only made buoyant by water wings). (Or a life vest. Ha, ha!) “Trail” went under
Rt 3 and then under the long and acoustically pleasing tunnels under Rt 95. But
everyone was pretty well spread out, depending upon the choice of flotation, so
there was no real singing. And Basket’s horn could be
heard in the distance, so the paddling was furious.
Finally, a mark was seen on the east side of the river, along with
the hare. Getting out of the water gear, they took to the woods. There was a
long false trail continuing north along the river. Virtually everyone fell for
it, although Amish and WHO
had to hide in the brush on the way back to allow Snotty
to savor the full experience of this WIPOS-like trail. True trail went south. A check
bushwhacked them uphill to another path, but it was pretty obvious that it would
not make sense to stray too far from the river. Apart from WHO and Amish, most continued
on, avoiding the unnecessary loop on the hill. They came back to 95 and
predictably, waded across the river to the fishing lot and the beer stop, where
the canoeists were waiting.
Beer finished, songs sung, and Basket’s
annoying anecdotes endured, they packed up and carried their floaties southwest
on Big River Road, crossed under Rt 95 and turned back on Rt 3 to the cars. They
circled. Ratings for the run: no real exertion needed, a pleasant day for a
float, and a few bimbos were positives. But the lack of drowning on trail as
well as a fair amount of pavement were clear negatives. Total: +0. Just Colin was named “Flexible Video
Endoscope” or “Flexi” for short. Hmmn.
Colin=Colon. Creative? I think not! Hashit went to Oozing, for canoe riding. The On On On was at JC’s. And
that’s all there is to say.
On On