Run# 1930 The Rumney Recovery Hash<br/>
Date: 2/20/2023<br/>
Weather: Unseasonably warm and clear for a late February trail<br/>
Location: Gaspee Days Committee Hqr at Pawtuxet Park<br/>
Hounds: Basket, LB, Just Pat, Rusty, Oozy, WIPOS, Amish <br/>
Hare: PG (Crotchy in our thoughts)<br/>
Hashit: Luxury Box<br/><br/>

I began the evening with abundant enthusiasm, having sprung free from the chains of parenthood for a wild evening on trail. A bit of foreshadowing now as I found myself off trail and debating marks with the hare having not yet left eyesight of our vehicles. But alas, the evening picked back up again with a lovely water view of the Pawtuxet.<br/>
Bounding ahead of the pack, I skipped past a gaggle of speakeasy goers and gleefully yelled my on-ons. Marking check after check I made my way through lovely neighborhoods and to the water once again. Until I came to that fateful check. Heading back up into the neighborhoods I ran circle after circle scratching and a sniffing at maybe-marks. Somehow the pack had come back to that fateful check and marked true trail with a stick - how in the fuck had they completely avoided me as they overtook me.<br/>
I wondered aimlessly scratching and a sniffing before deciding I would walk my no longer gleeful, defeated LB tushy back to the cars. Having done a RISKY hash with PG behind The Rhodes on the Pawtuxet I knew there were trails there but had I passed the spot already? When suddenly, a street sign lifted me spirits: Rhodes?<br/>
! The Rhodes?!<br/>
I took the right and picked up the pace racing towards the woods. Mark! Mark! Back on track! A campfire! Yes yes yes!! I turn off me light and slowed my pace as I approach the circle. Stepping up close … I see faces I don’t recognize? What is this? A bunch of teenage boys? You aren’t my people! I was offered some shitty beer before continuing on my way. I then came across Just Pat, fumbling through the muck on his lonesome. I showed him the way and continued on my way, a much more enjoyable trail than my prior neighborhood meanderings. Finally I came to the pack, enjoying some typical IPAs under a most perfect tree for climbing.<br/><br/>
I made myself a perch and guilt-fully sang along with the pack as we shamed Just Pat into the circle. The merriment was enjoyed for a short bit longer and we made our way back, the harriets chatting up ahead and the rest making their way back behind us. We circled up at the landing behind the committee building, enjoying the view and a visit from some lovely lesbians. I earned my first hashit after a decade of hashing consistently and then sporadically, and loaded my car with  the abomination before our on in. The fare at O’ Rourkes pleased some and Rusty divided up the bill with great care so that there was no complaining.<br/>
The end.