Fair Weather Hashers Wimp Out!
Run # 565 March 31, 1997
Hare: Basket & Bondo
Hashit:: Ms Bondo
by Basket
It was a cold, snowing, wind blown evening for a hash. With a few inches of the white shiggy on the ground already, it was evident that this was going to be an interesting hash, if not glorious event. The few hounds that braved the storm and met at the Landmark Rehab Hospital on 146A in Woonsocket were Beyond Hope, Oozing Syphilitic Dick-d-phone, and co-hare Basket Boom Boom. The hare Bondo Jovi and Grand Master Jake found comfort in their warm abode and left the elements to those less fortunate half brains that would be better served by checking into the Rehab Hospital for psychiatric evaluation, than hashing though this winter wonderland. It was Mother Natures little April Fools joke, and just one week before daylight savings begins.
Beyond Hope suggested we head directly over to the local pub, and save the trail for a more gentile evening in a pathetic last ditch effort to avoid the inevitable. Basket would not even consider it, especially since Oozing, was already warming up for his first Snow Hash since leaving the Himalayas and going off to Medical School. To appease B.H., the original trail, with markings long since lost to sight, would be the AGM trail in just a few weeks, and a live trail would have to be blazed in the snow.
The small pack started out along the old trolley bed, behind the hospital, which brought the trio out to the Park Square intersection. Dodging snow plows, and other emergency vehicles, the pack made it’s way across the highway, around the Super Stop and Shop to a trail into a dense swamp. The snow laden branches created a tunnel effect and caused the hounds to follow trail in a crouched position.
It was a serene setting, with boughs bending over, sometime obscuring an obvious trail, which led out to the power line. Turning right, the trail followed down hill into a knee deep swamp and up again to another set of lines. Checking right and left, the pack found flour uphill again, and continued for about a half mile as the crackling lines overhead sparked and crackled in reminding us of our frail mortal being.
We crossed a trash heap, over the highway, and up another power line into a blinding white-out storm. With nothing to stop the frozen granular from peppering our eyes except our snow covered gloves, Beyond Hope and I gradually made it to the top of a hill. Looking for our missing Sherpa, we saw a faint shadow of a man making his way through the blizzard. We found out later, that wearing glasses in the wind whipped snow made Ooooozing almost blind, and he had to feel the snow for our foot prints. Eventually we made it to the old trolley bed now a raging slush river, and back into the parking lot.
A triangle was formed and the hare made to stand on the line for his down-down. Other sins were confronted and swift justice was made. The plow operator asked us politely to move of asses so he could continue his work, so the pack made its way over to Box Seats. It was closed, so we headed over to Bondo Jovi’s. Turkey sandwiches (no, not Bondo on toast), beer and jelly beans were enjoyed by all (including Ms. Jovi) and we picked out Easter egg surprises. Before heading home in what was now 10 plus inches...just like me, we decided to give down-downs, next week, those who didn't dare.
Hashit: Ms. Jovi...she won it in the egg along with 2 down-downs.
Basket Boom Boom