Just Dan and Just Pauline were alternately applauded and laughed at for attending their second hash.

When going to the fridge for another beer, you took orders from others so as many people as possible could remain watching the game.

The Turkeys and Eagles rejoined at Liquor Check beside DeLaveaga Golf Course. Here we see TIMMY and Broke Bench Mountain taking a hit from some really lousy box wine.

This is some high-quality graffiti. Too bad few people are stupid enough to come way-the-hell up here to see it!

Most of the regular denizens of this den of iniquity have retired to another room to avoid being associated with us.

Next on out Magical Mystery Tour was the Palomar Restaurant. One of the best things about this place is the sliding roof, great for ventilation. Also, apparently, a good spot to store balloons from previous birthday parties!

As the RA recounts the twists and turns on the road to arrive at her name,Heather manages a chuckle.

Fap Jack and Cumcerto negotiate the on-down back to civilization, such as it is in Santa Cruz! At least we're done dodging cow patties!

Gray Drapes scuzzy feet easily prove she did all of trail and amazingly enough, in sandals too!

Little Tampico expanded into the small space next door and installed a tequila bar of respectable size.

If again you're thinking there's nothing but hashers in the place, you're close to being correct. Most mortals fled for the exits after our arrival.

Hash Circle

Nash Hash 2009 Run 10 Macbeth with a Touch of Shiggy. Host Hash: Aberdeen H3. Dunsinane.

Why does Twisted Fister have his hand wrapped? Is he planning on getting into a wrestling match today? Maybe Greco-Roman competition maybe?

Co-hare dBASED hides his face in shame as the pack renders it's verdict and that was, Shitty Trail!!

Boner Malfunction tries to sweet-talk Hugh into moving her butt long enough for him to grab a beer. He was unsuccessful in his endeavor

Soon however, the band wished to setup their equipment and turned off the lights hoping we'd leave. All it did was drive us back to the bar area.

Acting Religious Adviser TIMMY chose (extreme) backslider Broke Bench Mountain as his Beer Fairy.

Here's the first official down-down of Surf City's newest harrier: Courtesy Flush.

Can't Ska-Skank Redemption get off her tech drug for just an hour or two?!?

Finger Nips and Virgin Don(is that the same drink he outed with?) begin to slow somewhat as trail continues on and on.

Back by popular demand! I see the person that assembled this was chemically-altered. Note the crooked vertical string of lights

Co-Religious Advisers Accuprick and Dung-Fu Grip confer as to their avenue of attack for Religion. We all know what happens to 'the best laid plans of mice and men' though, don't we? Consequently, Religion soon dissolved into the realm of mass hysteria and sheer pandemonium.

Here's Point A for this week's trail. This place has room for maybe ten people inside. Mercifully it was warm outside tonight. Lucky for you, hare!!

Joe's in Boulder Creek was Point A on the eve of New Year's Eve. What type of establishment is Joe's? View on for the answer.

Last hashers swilling:Felcher,TIMMY and Occasional Rapist. Goodnight from Trail 633. May the Hash go in Peace.

Just Maureen listens as the RA tells her how her naming ceremony will go down.

Pay Box? Sounds like the directions to my last girlfriend's house!!

Here we see co-hare Puff preparing to apologize to Virgin Sierra for his trail. She has the same look on her face all Puff's ex-girlfriends did when they were sick of his crap!!

Here is the first down-down of the hasher formerly called Just Nate who shall now be known as... Insem-moo-nator.

Almost the entirety of The Red was filled with bizarrely-attired hashers.

This trail should be renamed 'S*it Pit' in honor of our hare, Dung-Fu!

The crown appears to be thinning, everyone must be running low on money!

Bacon Queef renews her dislike for sand along Potbelly Beach while in the background TIMMY does the same.

Miss England was complacent with relaxing for a minute. She said she'd need a lot more energy than she presently had to even CONSIDER picking up something as heavy as a bottle!!

Occasional Rapist cuts a tipsy jig upon receiving a down-down for completing her 225th hash with us.

The pack has been told to vacate the premises, we're scaring the mortals. Good afternoon from Trail 773. May the Hash go in Peace.

A table of empty glasses signifies we're nearing on-out time.

The pack surrounds co-hare Dung-Fu Grip to begin the traditional bad-mouthing of his shitty trail.

Ahhhto Bahng Stander thinks he's found a real treasure in this alley. Good luck with that!

First alcohol check was at the edge of what is frequently called the Meder Street Greenbelt but is really the path of the major sewer line from UCSC. The plants through here are well-fertilized!

Virgin Robin, Virgin Kory and Slonad split up at a check each hoping they've chosen the right road.

Deadliest Snatch and Ho To Housewife debate which was to search from a check. See Cheek And Dong in the background? HE'S dressed weirdly too. Is this a theme hash and I wasn't informed?!?

I just KNEW the bed in the back room at Callahan's would get some use though I did not think it would be Shallow Hole and Pink Cherry Licker!!

Yes, the rain had began falling...yet again. TIMMY wishes someone other than himself to wade down a flooded street to check for trail marking, we appear to be lost.

First-responders Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker has their pick of prime spots and chose this attractive couch to perch on.

The two fools that took a dip in the waters along trail, Sharticle Physics and Dung-Fu Grip, were given down-downs which they stated were far warmer than the waters of Monterey Bay!

Just Frank, still smiling, motors along Seventh Avenue. The smile, however, will begin to fade as trail passes the five mile mark.