Run #1312
Hare: WIPOS
Location: Across the Street from Jerimoth
Hill
Weather: Dry and clear, gray sky. Not too
bad considering we were at an elevation of 850 and still in RI.
Scribe:
Rusty
Present:
The Ladies were:
Holeminers Daughter, Pubic Housing
The
Laddies were: WIPOS, Dr WHO, Oozing,
Shemail Man, Basket, Wee Balls,
Fuwangi, Donkey Punch & Rusty
The Hashit:
Basket
The Run:
Parking
beside a busy road, the focus of tonight's run soon became self preservation
and the comparison of poison ivy levels from the Wee Balls run of last week.
WB didn't care he only had minor scar tissue and didn't need to see a doctor,
others did seek medical attention and WHO saw WHO which must have led to an
interesting conversation (what about privacy concerns in such a situation? Can
WHO sue WHO?).
The
start time was quickly approaching and there was no sign of our hare, WIPOS.
The arrow on the street was the only direction we had for tonight's marathon
session and so it was that we headed out for a trail that will be recorded in
the annals of hash infamy. We were quickly off trail in dense woods, the low
lying saplings were wet and the feel of them whipping against the poison ivy
on our legs was about as good as things were going to get tonight.
At this point in the story it might be good
to insert a little side note - Pubic and Donkey had not yet arrived at the run
and nobody would know they had arrived until much later.
SheMailMan
led the way followed by Fuwangi and Basket, trail
was easily found with marks high on the trees and so we motored along in
search of the BN. Alas, the search would continue for a very long time.
On several occasions cries of "this would be
a great spot for a beer" were heard, but there was no beer, there was no hare,
there was little sky visible above the tree canopies, the pack was getting
pissed and it wasn't because of beer. The big question was....."has
Bondo been tipped off" he was not present and may
have decided to stay at home as a result.
Apparently we were on the North/South trail,
an area covered by the RIH3 on previous occasions but this one seemed
different. There was something about the direction we were going,
HoleMinersDaughter was concerned about the
zig-zag nature of the trail, it didn't seem right,
it was as if we were following someone that was lost in the woods. How true
that would turn out to be.
We were now in sight of a lake near
We meandered around the lake, in search of
beer, again a fruitless exercise. On we went until we heard some rustling in
the bushes, a shadow was seen and it was coming TOWARDS us. The Hare ? What
the F&*k?, We are finally at the beer stop? Yes, Yes, and No. We had found the
hare, he was hopelessly lost, and he held a map, a compass, a backpack with no
beer and tried to convince us that West was straight up. WHO knew better and
like a scene out of a James Bond movie he whipped out his handheld GPS and
told us to head right. SheMail and Rusty did as
instructed, WHO remained behind and then figured out that his right actually
meant left and so it was that we turned around and went North (also known as
West in the Wipos world).
"Keep the lake in sight and we won't get
lost", this was a far cry from what we actually wanted to keep in sight.
Finally we made our way out of the woods and onto dirt trail with houses
alongside, civilization albeit hill billy in style
was a very welcome sight. "Head towards the beaver dam and take a right"
those directions were to lead us out to a scenic peninsula and the beer stop.
It was getting dark, the birds were nestling down for the night, it must have
been about
It's
The circle was quick, the kitchen at the bar
was closing at 11 and it was now
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