In a town bordered by Monterey Bay and mountains covered with redwoods, the County Building is an ugly abomination!

The food supply began to dwindle but was promptly replenished by Rush Inn owner Rick.

The crowd ponders on a name for Christina. I see Deep Stroke is still sporting those split-tan legs. What does this woman USUALLY wear?!?

The band raged on well into the afternoon much to the joy of all the neighbors who had a free concert

Puff the Magic Drag Queen was given the Dunce of the Decade Award. Puff has not missed a Surf City hash in ten years. (Get a life, ya loser!!!)

Save this lily. We may need it later this evening to place on an makeshift grave.

TIMMY has found a flag dropped by co-hare Triple P. TIMMY said, What I REALLY want is a WHITE flag by this time on trail!

I truly hope we do not see any cars INSIDE this building. And yes, that is a pressed tin ceiling in this ancient structure.

Here's this week's loser hare-pair, Dung-Fu Grip and TIMMY!!! Dung-fu exhibits his usual (unjustified) arrogance while TIMMY searches for his map of trail. Neither of these bode well for a fun trail!

Here we see an uncharacteristically-attired Dog Breath. After hearing Instructions of Trail, he said there was no need to change into his running shoes!

The yard filled with thirsty and hungry hashers and the resident pugs scrounged for dropped bits of birthday cake.

Go the dance route. Yes, she's dancing though it closely resembles an epileptic seizure. We see her gyrations have attracted dog Nipple Butt too!!

Boulder Creek contingency:Capt. Jack Swallows,Just Heather,Cumz Out My Nose

Hash Flash is glad this place is near where he works, I can see spending a lunch hour here every so often.

Beer Check was in the parking garage for Courtesy Flush's abode. Dung-Fu Grip managed to set off the burglar alarm already. There'll be hell-to-pay for Courtesy Flush tomorrow I bet.

Next to visit with the RA was our tapestry-wearing Beer Mistress, Hugh Heifer. Hugh allowed a beer bottle to slip from her palsied paw a minute ago and it shattered on the street.

See how Paki-Sack gets after a few beers? Note the absence of his 'friend' Rebecca who showed up only for Religion. Need further explanation as to why she's dumped him already?!?

Though embarrassed over her overwhelming failure as a hare, Phyllis Driller ravenously devoured her down-down!

B. S. Whistle is being shown what Swiss Army Cock and Ralph Crammed-In think of his opinion of our trails

The menu at Beer Thirty contains some real gems.

One person that will NOT be hit by a car tonight is Slonad. Geez, but that vest is bright orange!

One of the last remnants from the time this was a real bikers bar.

TIMMY takes the troops along the tracks towards the train trestle and encountered a well-placed check.

Hugh Heifer was punished for skipping trail completely.

Phallus From Dallas and TIMMY are content to walk this section of trail. I see Bee Queefer has begun to shed layers of clothing as he heats up.

One of the first artifacts seen upon entering the area of first Beer Check was this altar. Many voiced the desire to fricassee our hare upon it had he been available!!

This is Vaginal Repair Kit's fix for a table rocking on an uneven floor. Do you want this clown working on YOUR home?!?

Past closing time? Not a problem. The employees tolerated us though I'm not sure if it was out of kindness, amusement or just plain fear! Goodnight from Trail 882. May the Hash go in Peace.

The pack stares intently at some strange markings at a check wondering, Are the hares jerking us around or are they simply drunk?!?

Here's the Slosh Ball trophy. It will be carried to San Jose tomorrow for the resumption of our annual Slosh Ball game which has been on hiatus for the past few years.

Hugh Heifer weaves her weary way through a huge stack of fallen trees hoping not to fall and break a leg.

While Shady Curtain and Finger Nips send their greetings, Hugh Heifer sneaks up from behind to rip-off their drinks. Good harriette!

Both participants expressed undying love for each other and even went so far as to say the other was almost as important as beer to them!!

Broke Bench Mountain and Hangs Loose are sent away from the pack due to their loud, boisterous nature.

Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip calls the pack to Religion from on high.

This sign says Opal Cliffs Neighborhood Beach by it is colloquially called Privates.

Here's the beertendress at this week's starting point, The Castaways. Wonder why a few harriers were hesitant to on-out?!?

Here's a picture for the record book: Accuprick WILLINGLY leaving a bar!!

LAH3's GM, Just Robbed, stopped in for a visit and his way back to the Southland. He complimented us by saying he felt we're all half-minds!

Here's Cumcerto. Cumerto dresses like this in a (failed) effort to make us think she's on the US Olympic Downhill Ski Team. It's only her LIFE that's going 'downhill'.

Hashers wait as the maitre d' consults with the owner as to whether or not to seat them in the upscale dining area

RA Accuprick calls CumFart Zone to the altar to celebrate her being the evening's DFL.

Christina raises her glass to salute the pack as a name is settled upon to morph her from a mere mortal into one of the most desired creatures on the face of the earth: A harriette! Allow me to introduce....

The pack discussed whether to even bother leaving the Crepe Place restaurant or just stay here and drink. As is usually does with hashers, poor judgement won, we headed on-out on trail.

TIMMY almost wept upon seeing this bridge and exclaimed, Where were you at the LAST crossing?!?

Needless to say, the pack paid absolutely no attention to the 'No Trespassing' part of this sign.

A pleasant view of quaint Scotts Valley. The mountain in the background is Loma Prieta. Twelve miles below was the epicenter of the 6.9 1989 earthquake.

Little Kahuna was welcomed back as a backslider. He's been living in South America of late and it took him years to sneak back into the States!