Boring, boring, boring.
That’s pretty much what you get when you try to set a fast trail with
reliable artificial light throughout, and that’s pretty much what you need for
the last Wednesday Hash of the summer. The
On-In is incrementally less fun, for some people at least, if someone remembers
that so-and-so and someone-else were both here at the start but aren’t here at
the end, and must be flailing around somewhere in the dark woods without any
beer. Hence, true eagle trail tonight was 3.75 miles of almost all pavement, with large, bright and frequent Ons.
It was a lousy day for setting -- hot and humid with baking sun -- but an okay evening for running and walking -- a little less hot, still very humid, and a bit of color with the sunset. The pack totaled 25, and took advantage of the two-mile and three-mile splits, with usual suspects going the full distance, which totaled over five miles thanks to the gas station/repair shop parking cars on top of the hash marks. Sheesh. Plus, a few of what Phoenix Rising was so kind as to refer to as 'devious' backchecks.
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| False, but lighted and paved, trail at the start. |
Valiant skipped the trail completely, not realizing that it is his voice that resounds in my head as I set, admonishing, "Hares should understand that these little blobs of flour just aren't good enough." There were some really big blobs on this trail, Valiant, though of course not as big as the impressive catalba tree? or something like that? he found in the local nature preserve.
Most everyone was back before full dark, but the flashlight came out soon after to help improve beer-label viewing. Supper was a variety of bean-and-rice and chicken-and-rice casseroles, with a few warm cookies and two outlandish chocolate cakes for dessert. The cakes were courtesy of the Oral Advocate, who discovered them when he stopped for a biking-break at Great Harvest and thought them so good he drove back there to purchase a pair. A kind contribution to the hash indeed, and even kinder when be-candled in celebration of my birthday last week. You know, if you sing along with the hash birthday carol ("Happy birthday to me," etc.), it doesn't sound nearly so bad as if you just listen.
Mufti's roll call revealed the double 4s for Gale, and 1144 for Rrocks Starr, #3 for Rachel, and....... #199 for the Duck Sucker. There was a meeting of the executive committee, from which a new name for Suck Squeeze Bang arose. She may be called either Wait, Wait or Just a Minute based on her contributions to this naming session. The Duck Sucker will definitely be renamed [redacted] at the next meeting of the GFH3.
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| Welcome home and thanks for the cake! |
By the way, this all took place in McLean, where the Veggie Wedgie (what a dumb name) hared and hosted all alone. I'm still figuring out the fancy new camera. It looks like it's smarter than I am, but this is the best it could do for pictures.
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