Gosh, that Facebook is sure useful.
So that's how we got our hash heroes for this week. Note that they knew about the weather, and heroed it up anyway. Generous souls, since the icy, slushy, melting, snowy mess underfoot was not an entertaining blend for either runners or walkers, human or canine. Still, it wasn't freezing cold, and the sun was shining as 31 of us gathered to hash heroically. The walkers slid along partially-shoveled sidewalks; the runners risked everything over mostly pavement but a few water crossings with snow-capped stepping stones. Several opted for a podiatric dunking instead, and dealt with the chilly sock issue in various ways, none of which warrant discussion here.
It is absolutely not necessary to be crazy to be a hash hero |
but a degree of comfort with inclement weather indubitably helps. |
Back at the On In (did anyone do the jumping jacks or push-ups advocated by the trail marks?), Papa John had done his stuff to admirable effect, and there were also lots of snacks and a big salad, two Black Boxes and a whole lot of beer, chilled to perfection by sitting in the garage with the door open. That thin-crust Papa J., by the way, is excellent. Also there were cookies, so Spurt survived another day.
Mufti roll called, with nothing more dramatic than loud huzzahs and hip-hip ON ONs for the four heroes. And then his butter-smooth recruiting efforts yielded results, as Cocked and Loaded stepped up with an offer to host next week. Huzzah!
By the way, BitH still has her Christmas decorations up, and they are gorgeous, so that's a little extra festivity to see in the pictures posted here.
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