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.

Hare-trio Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker and Dung-Fu Grip were quite tight-lipped when asked for details of their trail.

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!!

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?!?

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.

Dog Breath was awarded a down-down for tonight's only injury; a twisted ankle.

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.

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.

Yes, you're correct. Almost everyone in the bar area of the West End Tap Room is an imbibing hasher!

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?!?

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

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.

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!

Beer Check was concealed at Dung-Fu Grip and Puff the Magic Drag Queen's neighbor's house

Beer Check was well-attended (as usual!) and a welcome sight after the mud-slicked hills and dark, puddle-filled alleys.

Volunteer car number 61?? How many wannabe-cops does Capitola have???

Remember being told Hugh Heifer was acting weird tonight? Well, while we ate and drank,she did THIS! Goodnight from Trail 766. May the Hash go in Peace.

It appears CSI is not accustomed to being out-and-about while the sun is still high in the sky

First-Responders Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker and Wicked Retahted energize the glo-sticks.

TIMMY provided the fire pot and Dung-Fu Grip brought his fire stick. I think we'll see him waving his long thing around after Religion.

Apple Bobber, Thmp-Thmp and Hugh Heifer on-down the darkened street beside the Museum of Natural History happy after their visit with the mai tai jar at Liquor Check.

Shallow Hole and Dung-Fu Grip were chided for setting off the burglar alarm at Beer Check and Courtesy Flush's abode. Courtesy Flush wonders if the manager is going to kick him out.

This was an exquisite Hallowe'en display. The characters were animatronic and moved and spoke both.

Hash Games. Milton Keynes H3, Oxford H3, and Cambridge H3 Joint Run. The Cross Keys, Milton Keynes, 6 June 2010.