WIPOS' Border War

Run: #850 August 12, 2002


Hare: WIPOS
Location: Fostah, RI / Dayville, CT
Scribe:  Async
Weather: Low 80's, Humid but clear
Present:
The Slasher Dr. W.H.O?., Basket Boom Boom, W.I.P.O.S., Async, Oozing, Trail Hoover, that new grunge rocker guy

The Run:

Multiple wet lashes with a wet pasta dish.  I'm very tardy in writing-up this run.  As I sit here at my computer desk in early October, I try to remember what I can about another wasted evening in the back woods of Rhode Island.  You see, I've been hashing for over 18 years.  That's a lot of miles, a lot of beers, and lots of rotting shiggy shoes.   Surviving grey matter is in short supply.

But I'll do what I can to remember that muggy hash back in mid-August..........

Summary:

It was an excellent WIPOS trail thru a mixture of old and virgin territory along the CT/RI border.    A recycle of a superb beer check location.      Pissed off homeowner because we parked at the end of his driveway.  Circle-up in the dark behind the dumpster of a pizza joint on Route 101.

Detail:

The hash began at the end of Old Snake Hill Road in Foster.  No parking.   WIPOS instructed us to park alongside the entrance to some guy's driveway.  The trail entered the woods down a rough dirt road and wound its way north and west through the woods.   We skirted the property of FM Global's testing lab off Route 94.  After a well-laid check, and a chance encounter with a doe, (Doe a deer, a female deer...), the trail led us west through a recently logged area across the border into the Nutmeg State.     We wandered about a bit in some confusing shiggy and then hit the dirt roads and paths north of Killingly Pond.

We followed the dirt road and the North-South-trail to the site of the "Beer Check of the Year" from WIPOS' bike hash from earlier in the year.   The beer check was on a rocky little peninsula jutting out into Killingly Pond.    Plastic lawn chairs were thoughtfully placed to rest our tender derrieres.   A swim raft was about 30 yards offshore.  Several hashers cooled off by swimming out to the raft.   Async followed them out to the raft by swimming with multiple bottled beers.  Async enjoyed some quality time on the raft with the Hoover (sometimes, it definitely helps that Oozing can't swim!).

We spent so much time at the beer check, that it was a very dark run on-in.   We managed to stumble back through the woods, trying unsuccessfully to ditch Basket, on the way back to the cars.    We were thinking about circling up... when the homeowner drove up and conveyed his displeasure at seeing  all of us, and our cars, in his driveway.    Who woulda thunk it?   What's so threatening about of a bunch of old white men standing around in the dark, scratching and drinking beers?

We headed straight to that pizza joint on Route 101 in Scituate.   What more appropriate place for our esteemed group to circle up than behind the dumpster? 

All in all, a fine trail for a muggy August evening in Rhode Island.

On On

Async