Hash #2030 January 20, 2025<br/>
Hash: MLK "I Had A Beer...," <br/>
Hare: HWG/Mr Roger's<br/>
Hashers: Basket, PG, WIPOS, AmishitHead, Just Pat, Five-Time-OK aka Dumpster, Just Kevin, Oozing<br/>
Where: Behind Wamsutta Middle School<br/>
Hahshit: Oozing Syphilitic Dictaphone
Weather: Freezing but clear<br/><br/>

A historic day for the nation, Mr Roger’s first MLK hare for the RIH3. The RIH governance, somewhat reluctantly after his past poor performance, decided to give him a second stab at the presidency, er sorry at being hare. Mother Nature decided to help the poor bugger out and unleash the first great snowstorm of 2025.<br/><br/>
The hare declared the trail to be skiable. "Its flat, and the snow is soft and fluffy...,". He forgot to mention all the rocks on trail, barely covered with the white stuff.<br/><br/>
The pack gathered in the parking lot. The temp was single digits and whipping wind. Basket put his ski's away. Oozing, the poor bugger from the Himalayas, did not. He would regret that decision.<br/><br/>
The pack circled behind the school and head (WHO said? DrWHO decided to drive to Burrilville instead and was not there) not the woods behind the baseball fields. Oozing encountered an uphill and then rocky downhill, his ski hitting a large rock sending him tumbling and hitting his elbow on the way down and not to be seen until the whisky check.<br/><br/>
Amish and PG were FRB's for the first few checks, then Basket was in the lead-lord knows how as he is colour-blind to the red flour. The hare marked trail well with three red dots on the tree. Most falsies were marked. We came to the W. Some honey-maple syrup tasting liquid and a bourbon. Songs sang and whisky enjoyed and the pack all moved on.<br/><br/>
Two stream crossings and some briars and Oozing using all his years of experience from skiing in Rumney, was able to stay upright.<br/><br/>
PG and Just Pat led the pack and were well aHEAD. Amish and Basket just behind them noticed the B in the snow that the FRB's had missed. The rest of the pack joined. Beer and snacks consumed and songs sang in key with JTP missing. The woods were lit bright with snow and a glowing moon on the horizon. Or was that Bondo mooning the hash from atop a hill? Difficult to tell.<br/><br/>
After several minutes, a sheepish looking PG and cigarette smoking Just Pat returned to join for beers.<br/><br/>
The pack then moved on, this time with PG and the skier leading the way back.  A few checks later, back at the cars.<br/><br/>
Circle was short given no Rusty to recite Finnegan's Wake. A police patrol circled by, took one look at the sad lot, shook his head and shed a sad tear and drove away.<br/>
Comments, surprisingly, were in the positive.<br/>
Down downs for the hare and the returnees (Dumpster/5TOK)<br/><br/>
Hashit, inexplicably, awarded to the hasher who used skis. After a snowstorm. After hare encouraged to do so. Smh.<br/><br/>

OnIn at Briggs Pizza, where there was no ipa.<br/>
A good time had by all.<br/>

OnOn<br/>
OOzingXOXO