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Accuprick, Twisted Fister and Fucked-Over Fest try to gain entry to this barrel hoping there's alcohol inside.
Twat Did You Say?, Shallow Hole, Occasional Rapist and dBASED shun Dung-Fu Grip due to all his trails be of excessive length.
Hashers that did not attend the Betty Ford Rehab Hash were punished: Banana Basher, Dog Breath, Shallow Hole and My Little Bony.
Broke Bench Mountain, one of the last to arrive though he works less than a block away, is dismayed to see Hash Cash still manning the sign-in desk collecting dues
Just Tim was awarded a down-down for stealing a Christmas ornament off a tree in someone's yard. Who still has an outdoor decorated Christmas tree in February?!?
Here's Liquor Check, located on some road in the middle of the deep, dark wood. Miraculously, all the pack made it here and the DFL's dragged the remnants with them to Religion.
Worse yet, once out of the tunnel and into the river, the water got much deeper and the current picked up as well
I'm not even positive I understand this sign! Does that mean the house behind it has none of these items or do not dump such items here?!?
Next it was Occasional Rapist's turn to listen as the pack tried to talk her out of getting hitched with dBASED. However, young love won the day and she proceeded as well
Circleup for introductions: Twisted Fister and Enzo, Shallow Hole and Poon Doggy, Courtesy Flush and Butters, Just Cat, Moose Turd Pie and Virgin Marie.
Dung-Fu Grip assumed the role of Religious Adviser while Finger Nips acted the purveyor of down-downs as Beer Fairy.
Here we see 'gentleman' Bloody Wanker kindly offering to help Virgin Kareen across the stream...and into his arms no doubt!!
This sign just off the river levee pathway should also warn of: hypodermic needles, prostitutes and pimps, homeless and holdups as well
Any place that doesn't allow alcohol is not just 'wilderness' to a hasher but more closely resembled 'barbaric'!!!
Little Kahuna casually mentions to Virgin Jamie,My house is just a few blocks away, there's other hash 'traditions' I could teach you about!!
From the cliff overlooking the beach, a small fire and Dung-Fu Grip's fire stick was about all that could be seen. Goodnight from Trail 835. May the Hash go in Peace.
Triple P is somewhat overdressed for running. The temperature is pretty high today but apparently his IQ is pretty low.
This is but one of many fallen trees the vindictive hare-trio placed in our path in an effort to slow us down.
Ha! Leave it to someone from Santa Cruz to satisfy Puff's Christmas light fetish in the middle of February!
This 'modern art structure' makes a great place to imbibe and give Dung-Fu Grip a crows nest perch to keep an eye out for coppers.
At noon on New Year's Day, you'll find few others in attendance at Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery than hashers. Why is that man carrying that dog? Is it real or stuffed?!?
Extra long trail meant far more drinking than usual. Beer Mistress Hugh Heifer packed up a LOT of recycling this night!! Goodnight from Death March Trail 752. May the Hash go in Peace.
Twisted Fister, The Human Pube and Thmp-Thmp take a breather after successfully negotiating what they hope was the steepest, most dangerous section of trail.
Low on money and high on beer, the pack begins to migrate back to their respective dens and burrows. Goodnight from Trail 943. May the Hash go in Peace.
Uh-Oh! Wicked Retahted hits on wait person Hillary. Time for this AGM to come to an end!! Goodnight from AGM 2015. May the hash go in Peace.
Upon (finally) seeing the 'BN' mark, we cheered. However, a hundred feet later we saw this 'BC' mark and STILL had over a hundred yards till stumbling into the REAL Beer Check!
Cumcerto and Pink Cherry Licker lead the litter down a darkened alley unconcerned about being held-up! Who would mess with THESE two weirdos?!?
Only hashers braved the cold patio today. And hey, EWH3'ers, don't waste time writing me saying it's not cold until the ground is covered with snow!
Beer Check in a faerie circle past a cemetery on a dead end road. In the light of a camera flash it wasn't so bad a place but in the dark....
This is the sign that greeted us as we crawled along the narrow path atop the point of land beside the river. Courtesy Flush was somewhere off to the side swimming for his very life!
The Human Pube was made a laughing stock for the (mostly) successful completion of his 25th hash with Surf city.
A group of walkers have already decided they'll be quite happy walking this damn trail and see no need to run.
A group grope took place at Beer Check. Please disregard Shiny Snail Trail's fondling of herself. I'm certain it was just for the camera
Ho To Housewife saw duty as the evening's Beer Fairy. Sadly, as she poured we heard, One for the hash...one for me, one for the hash...one for me.