Lincoln Woods Hash

Run #979, Jan 10, 2005

Hare:  WIPOS

Location:  The Lodge, Lincoln Woods

Weather:  Mid 30’s, Clear

Present:  Tinker, Dry Foot Fairy, Dr WHO, Bondo Jovi, Oozing SD, SESYB, Fuwangi Boner, Basket Boom Boom, Ben, Seamus.
Not present, week 1:  Just Ariana

The Run:

It has been over two years since the hash has blessed Lincoln Woods with its presence, so the hare decided that with the memory difficulties plaguing most of the hash regulars, he could get away with recycling this location as virgin territory. And apart from Async (probably having more cosmetic surgery), all the regulars were suckers enough to show up. Promptly at 6:30, they started, on the trail behind the Lodge in Lincoln.

True trail led east briefly. Most were smart enough to figure that the road must be crossed, so when a check appeared, they simply turned south and entered Lincoln woods. Trail led southeast on familiar paths, made only slightly more interesting by the presence of 3-4” of crusty snow. WHO led initially, as they began a circle around Tablerock Hill. Fuwangi picked correctly (for once) and started the climb west up the hill. Soon, Basket and WHO found themselves on the wrong side of a small river, while Oozing and SESYB led the Fairy on trail to a check on one of the paved roads on the crest of the hill. This one stymied them, though. The entire pack caught up here. Basket tried left, Fuwangi tried right. Oozing went straight. They all came back. The hare was so proud.

Tinker arrived, having walked trail backwards towards the confused noises. WHO decided to have a sit down strike, until the hare caved in and showed them the way, to the right, downhill and northwest. They soon were climbing again, this time on Quinsnicket Hill. They circled the top and came upon the BC. What a marathon! It must have been at least 7:05 pm! They spread out to find the beer. Again, they needed help from the hare. But soon the beer was out and opened, and all (except Tinker, who was headed back to the cars and the Lodge) were happy. Some singing and a snowball fight marked the check, with most trying to dislodge Fuwangi from his perch on a boulder for lack of anything else to do. Pathetic!

Trail back was uneventful: a short northeast-then-north bushwhack to 123, then back across the street to the Lodge. Two miles total, at most. But most were done in anyways. There were hills, after all. And all that snow. They circled in the woods behind the restaurant. Ratings for the run: flagrant recycling, clear weather, Basket and Bondo at the BC, short trail, and no Just Ariana were balanced by… what? There were NO GOOD ASPECTS to this run! That alone converted this to a +69! Hashit was given to Basket, because he wanted it so-o bad. He had stayed up all night learning a new song, which he wanted to sing so-o bad. And he did. It was so-o bad! The circle was completed and they moved into the Lodge.

The Lodge has cleaned up considerably in the last few years and is getting pretty Chardonnay-and-Brie for the RIH3. Nevertheless, once the food came out, the hash was successful in pretty much clearing out the main dining room with some fine singing. Particularly effective was a long version of The Sexual Life of the Camel (“We’re all Queer together…”) sung to a pair of well-dressed older men eating together at a candlelit table in the corner. The stakes for last weeks bet regarding the return of Just Ariana were reviewed. [They cannot be enumerated here, in case she for some reason reads this and is unduly influenced to return. We are counting on Basket and Fuwangi paying for the On On On’s for the rest of the year. Oops!] Another hash behind us, and no closer to learning the errors of our ways.

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