Gathered for the run included fellow navymen Festering Gaping Hole,Just Brian, Just Nate and virgin Just John, along with pretty lass Just Sonia; old timers WIPOS, Dr. WhoSlasher, yours truly (in glorious kilt and hairdo); with visitors from Bahstan StuffMe and Bag O'Porn. We all gathered at the all too familiar Cady's Tavern in Glostah. Async was conspicously absent. Was it that he had set trail so many times here that he concluded that the likelihood of there being virgin trail was as slim as Basket keeping his knickers on for one hash, OR was it that being Robbie Burns memorial haggis would be served and he feared there just wouldn't be enough of it to go around...?

Anyway, the navy and visitors gathered at the Tavern for a quickie, joined by Ooze and soon Basket with the Haggis. Beer was finished, and the pack was sent off with a blessing across Rt.44 towards Bowdish reservoir. Most wore crosscountry skis and snowshoes, some settling for shoes, the pack took a right into the park and after a stutter found trail heading off into the woods. Soon delightful screams were heard from the lasses ostensibly from having difficulty maneuvering the skis and not someone's periscope!  After going thru a few checks, Just Brian and John, Hole and Oozing went deeper into the woods then down straight onto the....lake!  After a few very nervous steps trail led us towards the middle of the lake.  We were told it was frozen with well over 6.9 inches of snow. And Async expected no virgin trail!  

As we led the pack blowing our horns, we realized the others were well behind!  Stuff the Crab headed back to recoup...while we forged on bravely and the scribe remarking how cool it would be to just cross the lake and have a BC at old timer Sofa Spud's home, well more on that later.... Finally after what seemed an eternity, we reached the otherside, crossed the road, and back into the woods with some checks looping and circle jerking us for awhile, back into civilized area and trail got lost...until Stuff the Lamb came back, leading us across the road again, down Bowdish way onto .....Sofa Spuds!

The pack, thanks to Basket were well into their third beer when we got there. Sofa was missing, I mean Basket had told him we would be there and he wasn't there to greet us?  Come to think of it why would anyone stop running with this delightful bunch?  Life's mysteries. We sang and drank on the porch, with an odd couple watching us. Before they could call the cops, the hare sent us off back across the lake.  By this time the temp was dropping fast and the sky was clear and Brian gave me a small astronomy lesson.   Across the other side and we end up at that familiar hut, only this time we did start a fire and kept it going.

Downdowns to the hares with general comments incl. crap, shite etc...,and Stuff the Rabbit sang a lovely ode to his fellow Rhody Hashers...ah so sweet! Down downs to the virgin, and the visitors and Stuffie decided to flash us instead of singing, and Dr. Who thinking his family had no talent! Hashit went back to WIPOS, altho I would have personally given it to that Oozing who defamed the kilt by wearing something underneath! We headed back to the tavern and enjoyed the haggis and beer and said prayer in Burn's own words. The boys lovingly distributed govt issued shirts, and Basket felt 20 years younger, but chose to swap it with a local wench, who thought she could take her shirt off without taking off her top but nearly ended up naked and sent her running!  Bag O' Porn was Alouetted...and then we buggered off close to midnight!   May the soul of Robbie Burns hammie fist ya, Aye!