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Many in the pack feared this sheer rock face was going to be our cruel hare's on-out from first Beer Check! Mercifully, on-out was 'merely' through a huge field of poison oak instead!!
Twat Did You Say?, Canadian Penny Slut and Occasional Rapist follow Nipple Butt along trail hoping he can sniff out flour
Either the hare tripped and spilled flour from his bag or we've discovered a toxic waste dumping site!
Shiny Snail Trail and Shallow Hole try their hand, well, more like their hips, at hula hoops. I can tell you they set no records for longevity this day!
Genital Tongs munches a hamburger she had delivered from a restaurant next door to the start. She told the wait person she was late to the hash and had some catch-up drinking to do!
Drink 'n Squirt demonstrates displeasure with the forced crossing of the train trestle over Capitola.
Today Is Monday (Sorry, EWH3) uses both hand rails after crossing the trestle over Capitola to regain his stability which was only marginal to begin with.
Thmp-Thmp, Hugh Heifer and Princess Di(arrhea) appear reluctant to leave the comfort of the bar. Well, no surprise THERE I guess!
Shallow Hole paws her way to the top of a steep hill will Shiny Snail Trail following in her paw prints
And the hares...Herpie Handcock, Occasional Rapist and dBASED. The others had already fled the scene in fear for their lives.
Sorry, harriers. Virgin Mandy went the joke route for Joek, Song or Body Part. And a lame one it was, too!
Broke Bench has reconsidered his earlier apprehension about my climbing up on the bar. Now he seems appreciative that I foolishly wore a very short skirt!!
Think this place looks hideous on the OUTSIDE, follow Puff the Magic Drag Queen as we visit it's innards!
Yes, Surf City stopped to protest but OUR complaint was the people that were getting in the way of trail. Vince had to reconfigure trail on-the-fly due to the police presence
We've been viewing this star along trail throughout the entirety of Scotts Valley. We've finally neared it perched atop a hill overlooking all of town. Does it mean something or is the owner just weird?
Dung-Fu Grip and Twisted Fister were recognized for shedding blood on trail and Ho To Housewife for getting attacked by a bramble bush.
Creamy Swallow was chided for requesting a renaming. The pack agreed but said it required a week to come up with a ruder name! See ya next week.
One of the HARES fell?!? He must have been hitting on the liquor before leaving the bottle at Liquor Check!!!
Virgin Ryn, Wicked Retahted and Cuff My Muff were punished for not placing even one rear paw upon this trail.
Yellow Prick Load suffers a brief bout of brain fade after ingesting the foul-smelling liquid at Liquor Check on the Eagle trail. To this day, he is still not sure what was in that bottle!
This is the trail the Eagles used to exit the golf course. We were so far from a real road we had no alternative but to take it too.
As the old saying goes, Necessity is the mother of invention! This makeshift vent system works just fine, thank you! Wonder what would happen if I breathed in that smoke? Something to try at on-on-on I guess.
YIKES! A wave has just completely crested the harbor end of the jetty. Had a hound been there he'd be in for a swim. Definitely time to hightail it the hell outta here!
Co-hares Ho To Housewife and Dung-Fu Grip did more smiling than giving Instructions of Trail but did make the cryptic statement, 'One person will have to go out and then come back.' The explanation will become evident along trail.
Virgin Brad and Just Mirit look on amazed that anyone would risk swimming after drinking as much as they have. Well, half-minds one and all I say!
A nearby Round Table Pizza was still open and accepts hashers. The '65' placard is in front of TIMMY because that's how old the poor bastard is!! Goodnight from Trail 780. May the Hash go in Peace.
Puff the Magic Drag Queen, condemned for lousy trail,is relegated to standing off to the side of the pack
This is Virgin Heather. Her jovial countenance would tarnish considerably as trail dragged on and on. And on!!
For those of you that have never ventured into the women's restroom at the Double-Oh, here's what you've missed
Everyone beat to a frazzle by trail, on-on-on back at Salsa's was a sparsely attended event. Goodnight from Trail 728. May the Hash go in Peace
Fifteen minutes earlier and this was probably a beautiful sunset. Now however, it was the domain of a pack of coyotes. Hash Flash did not tarry long here!
Surf's up! Totally overhead triple-sets coming in, dude! A little too dark to take the board out tonight though.
In the foreground is the Town Clock, we were by there this evening. In the EXTREME background if Holy Cross Church. We were also THERE, lost, not on trail. Ala in all, not a good night for the pack!
Pink Cherry Licker was congratulated on slapping kennel mate Ralph Crammed-In. I thought it best NOT to ask why she did so!
Hogazm uses her dog to sniff out any wayward beads. I do not believe this ploy proved especially successful!
Here's Wicked Retahted paying for the crime of only going about 20 feet from circleup to take a leak!
This hiking trail consists of rough terrain (No joke!) Use at your own risk. (We had no choice!) Beware of wasps and poison oak. (Too bad they can't be seen in the dark!) Chaminade accepts no liability for accidents associated with this trail. (Don't worry, Chaminade, our corpse will most likely be carried away by a mountain lion!)