Virgin Trail at Tarbox Pond Hash

Run #939, April 12, 2004

Hare: Async

Weather: High 30’s. Light sprinkles of rain.

Location: Tarbox Pond, West Greenwich

Present: Basket Boom Boom, Bondo Jovi, Tinker, Oozing S D, SESYB, WIPOS, Dr WHO, Fuwangi Boner, Seamus, Jake, Ben.

The Run:

The familiar territory of Tarbox Pond and Big River drew all the regulars for the first time in quite a while. Or perhaps it was the hare’s promises of virgin trail, midgets, freaks and strippers that drew everyone out this Monday. But most likely, it was the hope that Bondo would again be misled into making endless circles around Carr Pond. That, and the fine weather.

The hare sent them off across Hopkins Hill Rd heading west. A falsie sent most except for SESYB noisily and moistly across the Carr River. A family out for a nature walk with the kids, was mightily amused by this. Trail led up to an old quarry, and then around the quarry to the New London Tnpk. There was some confusion here, but after a brief pavement stretch northeast on the road, they found a bushwhack east across and back to Hopkins Hill Rd. The woods were re-entered by a cemetery.

Oozing now led as the trail descended, approaching but never reaching Tarbox Pond. A falsie led Oozing and WHO through a fine swamp. Caught but never despairing, they hollered “On On!” until Basket was drawn into the same error. Meanwhile, Bondo became FRB and led up switchbacks northeast slightly away from the pond. Trail turned east. A large number of old marks were seen, testifying to the hare’s quality brand of flour many months before.

They crossed the small swamp and stream at the head of Tarbox Pond and passed through some stagnant mud, finding a “BN” near the base of a glacial cliff. Bondo made it to the top first. The beer was found and opened. The peace of the beer check was soon interrupted by the arrival of first Tinker, and then latecummer Fuwangi, running in sandals. He was challenged, and started to come straight up the face of the rock. Unfortunately, Basket, Bondo and WHO could not produce enough urine above him to make this interesting. But at least they tried. (And Basket was able to produce some solid waste a few minutes later.)

After a while, the hare set out to live-hare the on in. Soon following was Bondo, and then the rest. WIPOS chose to descend the rock face sliding on his posterior, secure in the layers of Kevlar in his outfit. Fuwangi followed suit, and was later seen asking WIPOS where he gets his gear. Trail led west, and the swamp bridge at the north corner of the pond was crossed. It was easily followed to a promontory on the north shore, where the hare had laid a fire next to a tarpaulin left by some fishermen. The fine drizzle was mostly over, so the shelter was not used, and the beer was brought out. The circle was begun.

The ratings were reflective of the hare’s broken promises. No midgets. No strippers. No lost Bondo. And Bondo the FRB! Total -0.69. Hashit to WIPOS for sliding down the rock and not getting injured. After swinging low, they headed back to the cars, and then drove to exit 6 not 6A. The hare couldn’t face another grilled veggie plate while inhaling cigarette smoke, so he wanked off into the night. The rest enjoyed the usual fare with little fuss, and no singing.

On On