Toy soldiers adorn Banana's lampshade. Once home, I'm certain he will take them off and play with them (again)

Here's a group of dispirited hashers returning to the check after a fruitless search through the Galleria.

I'm not sure if old hippies live here or this may be an underground sign denoting the presence of a house of ill-repute.

Here TIMMY!!! explains why he refuses to get in the spirit of things to Diddler on the Roofie and Princess Di(arrhea)

Furburger was 're-gifted' the toilet paper she used to mark Trail 543 by Hugh. We do not litter in the Surf City hash!!!

The look on Virgin David's face tells me he may have decided he's thumbs-down on this weird hashing-thing! In the background we see Cheek and Dong checking to see if he has any messages from his parole officer

This was an omen of what would soon befall the Eagles. Next picture, please.

Liquor Check was in the park beside Rispin Mansion and featured club favorite Fireball Cinnamon Whisky. 'Tastes like Heaven,burns like Hell'

This is what the wharf looks like on a cold February evening. This is the SECOND time we've passed by here tonight, once in search of Beer Check and now in search of Religion

Trail Mystery #1: What the HELL does this mark mean?!?

Puff the Magic Drag Queen being the (futile) defense of his lousy trail

I believe this colloquialism is exactly what our hare-pair had for us this night

We found the pictorial representation of Johnny's hand somewhat sinister so no one opted to divert to Johnny's garden

Why do they only illuminate the word 'RUSH' in their name? I mean, really now, what's the point?!?

Acting Religious Adviser TIMMY welcomes Virgins Cody and Brain to the Hash. Sorry, harriettes. Both went the joke route for Joke, Song or Body Part.

As one of the two oldest hashers in Surf City, TIMMY requested Hash Flash take this picture so he can remember where the place is located!!

For some reason, Can'd H3's Just Jonathan thought wearing a white dress would be appropriate today

TIMMY and Thmp-Thmp were awarded down-downs for being involved in a convoluted email where a mortal has accused a number of Surf City hashers of stalking him!!

The small gold objects seen here are not gold nuggets but koi. Yes, there's a koi pond out here in the exact middle-of-no-bloody-where. The human residents seem to have moved on but forget to take their fish!!

Banana Basher and Cuff My Muff are punished for missing Beer Check.

Here's Vaginal Repair Kit. He works in the construction business and has just noticed, much to his dismay, his table rocks like a tuna boat in a tidal wave. He has a fix though.

Just Kevin should have spent more time planning his chapeau and LESS time choosing his pants! Behind him,Hairy Potter has the right idea.

Cumz Out My Nose was congratulated for successfully completing her chemotherapy.

Under the heading of What Will They Think Of Next? comes this machine that dispenses golf balls for 50 cents each at a nine hole course we hashed across! I bet most of these were found in the woods that surrounds the course and 'recycled' for an impressive profit margin!!

Here is Hugh Heifer and Dog Breath competing in a hash song sing-off. Neither are soon to be featured on American Idol, lemme tell ya!!! However....

Transcuntnanal was appointed the evening's Beer Fairy.

The RA watches as CAN'd H3's Shady Curtains,Phallus From Dallas, Oscar 9-Inch Weiner and Mr.Wiggly reclaim their hashit by showing a body part. Beer Fairy Bee Queefer delivers the dog dish down-down bowl to Dog Breath.

Mrs. Groper and Cum Lord stop drinking long enough to say how happy they are I was able to be here tonight

Just Emily, Just Mars, Virgin Clarity and Just Shay serenaded the pack with a song after announcing they are all cute. As the only instrument they used was alcohol, well, let's just say they will not be asked back for a repeat performance.

Uh-Oh! Looks like some UC kids have been here and, most likely, were stoned too!

Co-GM's Dung-Fu Grip and Baker's Dozen't call the pack to circleup for Hash 1055.

We may be hashing along a well-maintained trail high above

Aptos Creek but I'm certain these cruel hares will have us back by the water's edge soon.

TIMMY gallops across the trestle above Capitola hoping his Alzheimer's does not choose this moment to kick-in!

Steamy Baanorrhea exits the bamboo forest and spies the BN mark. This is the first time I've seen him smile on trail tonight!

Co-hares Dung-Fu Grip, Ho To Housewife and Shallow Hole were punished for ever making us leave Uncommon Brewers.

Here's a scary sight:Weiner,Surf City's first hare to hit 50 harings,Banana Basher,just three harings away that double that and Weiner's (very) close friend and frequent partner-in-crime Butt Balls

This is Keys To Your Anus who is visiting from Las Vegas, or in Hash parlance, Lost Wages. Note the plethora of keys around her midsection.

Dog Breath proves he as 'good' a half-mind as is anyone here.

Courtesy Flush takes advantage of his time alone at second Jell-O Check. Lush!

A decent-size pack erupted for this year's Turkey Trot, many of whom would soon drive drunk to Paso Robles for California's biannual NorthSouth Intercourse.

Finger Nips, always so smartly attired, was named Beer Fairy by tonight's Religious Adviser TIMMY

After such a poorly-marked trail, the hares finally decided to double-up on the flour. Too late, ya wankers!

A check at the unlit intersection of Pilkington Avenue and Forbes Street gave the pack a chance to regroup and allowed lazy bastards to await the on-on in comfort.

A second alcohol visitation in Oceanview Park was a welcome respite from a trail that had circle-jerked us almost back to where we began this fiasco.

We're leaving Gray Whale Ranch, now part of Wilder Ranch State Park, behind and heading for even more remote parts of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Sounds dangerous to me.

Plastic Pussy pushes through a bucolic setting far too nice for undeserving hashers.

Shiny Snail Trail and Diddler On The Roofie cross the tracks hoping that's all we'll see of those accursed steel rails this day

Co-hares Stub Rub, Summer's Yeast and Fifth Hole were excommunicated for the pack for lousy trail. Goodnight from Toys for Tots, Trail 830. May the Hash go in Peace.

Difficult to see but in the center foreground is a sea otter on his back which is how they rest.

Hare-trio Twisted Fister, The Human Pube and Monthly Friend are all buddy-buddy as they prepare to on-out. They would not receive much love from the pack after THIS trail was over.