In the midst of the new construction, golf courses and townhouse developments of Ashburn there is a farm or two still, and there is a bit of unpaved road with a 19th-century farmhouse that Little Ricky Tutu and his bride (about three years, for those of you who may have missed that development) are renovating. Kindly, they shared it with the hash today, with Bad Dog assisting on trail. The 27 hashers foregathered admired the work done and the plans for the future, listened respectfully to promises of a friendly trail for all ages and activity levels, then ran off into the mud of the nearest construction site.
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| Warm-up jig |
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| Warm-up cheer |
They found about five miles -- two and a half for the four walkers -- of mixed pavement and grass; pipeline and W&OD. Along the way, Climax Investigator came up with several ideas for nicknames: Rubs One Out for Seth, who was fixing chalk marks along the way; Little Pokey Things for Brogue Bait, who was irked by the
sticktights clinging to her extremities; Jack Rabbit, Sticky Palm and Go Long for others for other reasons. Go Long presumably has something to do with the football that was, per Bite Me (eyes rolling), in constant play throughout the run.
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| Fleet feet with football |
The 19 runners made it back in four clumps (fast, faster, super-fast and shortcutters) and settled down to sausage (LRT: "Regular or spicy?"), burgers and dogs and trimmings, bedewed by Sam Adams and Sierra Nevada amongst others. As the crisp and sunny afternoon ceded to a chilly and sunset-y evening, hoods were pulled up and coats pulled on and blankets pulled over the coats and hoods, and the Mufti started shouting. He was moving along as briskly as the weather through that roll call until he got down into the
S's, when he suddenly flinched, bellowed a warning, and announced Spurt has achieved 666. Then he dug into the B list for Pumpmaster, whilst Air Horn sadly pondered what he had done wrong. To rear a B-lister: oh, the ignominy.
During a conversation about Radar's photographic perspective and the plaudits it wins from half our membership, Bite Me confessed, "I can't find most of my costumes."
Non-Radar (sorry, guys) pictures here. Great hash!
NEXT WEEK:
NOON START in Rock Creek Park.
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