Run# 1909 Pubic Flies Back From Dublin to Lay Flour for the RIH3 with no Donkey<br/>
Date: Sept 26, 2022<br/>
Weather: perfect early fall evening with Saturn shining brighter than the moon<br/>
The Pack: PG, OOzing, Cracker and GF, Barely, Santay, Monkey Fist, WIPOS, Basket and a late Just Pat<br/>
Pubic Housing sans Donkey Punch in traction at home<br/><br/>

From the Hashit Just Pat<br/>

This trash is trash as the pack decided to elect the last to arrive (due to car crash delays on the highways) and thus have precious little to report from before the B.<br/><br/>

I arrived late to find a flower arrow and paint arrows to match. Flour was indeed correct. Trail promptly made an unmarked turn but a marked check at the next intersection got me on track. Marks were thin and the checks were thick and roughly marked making it still interesting to try and follow. I ran into some of the weaker hashers who were complaining about various ale mints and were backtracking trail to the B with the hare; I forged onward. I arrived at the W to catch the tail end of sunset but no W. Basket texted to offer some guidance as I was leaving the W and picking up some nasty hasher's trash (plastic cup from the W). Some of these checks weren't marked (hare was on this segment) but I forged onward eventually passing WIPOS. Upon arriving at B I was surprised to not find Basket so sent him a pin of our location. We waited for a bit singing lots of songs/verses including a number of new ones from Barely Manbelow visiting from Eugene, OR. Eventually the pack rudely decided to leave in the middle of a new-to-you song; a few of us kindly waited and enjoyed the story/tune that I can't locate via Google of the poor bloke who couldn't pay Tuesday for a blowjob today.<br/><br/>

We arrived back at the cars to find Basket wandering around aimlessly. I was able to secure a Captain's Daughter which was nice. Circle was a veritable gab fest interrupted by delays every time a car passed by and a few hashers pretended to be trees. This all pushed the time too late to go anywhere after but the Lodge. Despite all of the terrible crimes committed on trail by others I was nominated for Hashshit and then rudely cut short when folks didn't care for the song that they asked for. Note that the hashshit is still MIA so a substitute was removed from the posessor's car but then likely lost so it will not travel to Bermuda for the weekend. shrug.emoji<br/><br/>


Basket's View<br/>
PG, OOzing, Cracker and GF, Barely, Santay, Monkey Fist, WIPOS and I joined Pubic on a trail without a Donkey. At 6:30, a brief Chalk Talk had the pack heading out to the XC trail going left, clockwise around the pond. passing a bench along the lake with an apparent memorial to a bunny. At the second check, I went right to the pond and continued on without marks to the stick bridge over a dry streambed. I found flour leading uphill and continued towards the quarry overlook. Off flour again, I stayed the course and found the Whiskey check. It was well hidden and most of the pack arrived before it was found by Barely with a little help from the Hare.<br/><br/>
We all enjoyed a bit of the barley found by Barely and sang a song or twa. The pack soon started out once again as the cups were collected, following flour northerly along familiar trails. I decided to text Just Pat, as he was tied up in traffic and said he'd be late, asking us to mark the checks. By the time I finished texting him, the pack was well in front of me, so I decided to try and shortcut. (never a good decision on my part, still I try) I could not hear the pack as they travelled to my left, so I took the first trail heading downhill on my right. I continued alone for sometime, until I realized I was on  unfamiliar territory. Even pulling up the Gaia app on my phone, seemed to indicate I was much farther north, toward Angell Rd, than I should have been. Then I spotted some painted marks for the XC trails and decided I was far from where I should be. That was confirmed by the lights of houses across a swamp, I'd not been to before, so I turned around and retraced my steps. Eventually, I realized I may have been wrong to turn around, so I went back past the houses and hit flour again. Relieved to be back on trail, I continued until I found the bunny memorial bench and finally realized I had been looking at the lights from the Monastery. DOPE!<br/><br/>
Back at the cars, I got a text from the Hare and told her where I was. She said they had left the Beer Stop and were heading my way. The pack soon arrived and as Barely approached he handed me a Captain's Daughter, which I gladly accepted. We pulled the cooler into the woods and circled up. The ratings were so high that even WHO could not give a negative, and so it was rated a positive 69. She drank and sang, "it's a small dick". Next visitors and backsliders were abused and drank and sang for their supper. Hashit was given to Just Pat and we then travelled to The Lodge to finish the evening.<br/>