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

Thmp-Thmp and Princess Di(arrhea) sat away from the throng hoping to distance themselves from any obscene occurrences.

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.

Hooker On Kronix,Bitch has resurfaced after an absence from among us. When queried, she said she'd prefer NOT to fill us in on the details of her being away.

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.

TIMMY, Just Dan and Just Pauline surround co-hares Twisted Fister and The Human Pube to make sure they do not lay any more crappy trail.

Here's Sausage Sampler,Quad Cities H3, around the Illinois-Iowa border on the Mississippi River. And this guy is one big river rat too!

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!

Yet another steps of steps,these near 34th,lost much of the pack. Many hounds wisely stayed up-top on East Cliff Drive

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

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

Here is the reason Hugh Heifer received this week's Most Hated Hasher Award-non-alcoholic libations for the hash! Shame on you,Hugh!

It appears they spent far more money on the decoration on their outdoor bar-b-que than on the grille itself. It has not been cleaned in decades!

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.

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.

Old-timers will remember New Kids On My Cock. He refused to hash a TIMMY trail though. We have, however, now found someone taller than Dung-Fu Grip!

Just Shane, Pink Cherry Licker, Shallow Hole and TIMMY view a GPS device trying to outguess the hares.

Returning as On-Sec is dBASED as new co-GM's Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker think, Not AGAIN!

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

On-on-on was back at Tampico. Not much eating going on but there was plenty of drinkin' to make up for it! Good-night from Trail 852. May the Hash go in Peace.

The outdoor drinkin' area at Beer Thirty began to fill well prior to on-out time.

Ho To Housewife was selected the evening's Beer Fairy by Religious Adviser Accuprick.

Finger Nips and Today Is Monday sample the wares at Liquor Check. This time it was some hideous red wine in a box.

Drink 'n Squirt is thinking the scenery's nice but where the hell is that Beer Check?

The Human Pube lowers himself to the level of the bottle to see what he's going to stick into his maw THIS time!!

And the hares...Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp.Their so-short-you-can-walk-it-trail was deemed so poorly marked, length did not matter!

On the other hand, here we have Virgin Mary Kate who does not appear embarrassed at all to continue swilling ale as if she's dying of thirst!

If you're thinking it appears the entire bar area is being consumed by hashers, you'd be 100% correct!! (Hash Flash says proudly!)

Puff the Magic Drag Queen Iistens as acting Religious Adviser TIMMY details his crimes:625 Surf City hashes,over 560 of which are consecutive

This is a parting shot of the Byzantine construction of Worm's abode. Goodnight from Trail 832, a joint adventure with the FHAC-U (Fat Humans Athletic Club-United!) May the Hash go in Peace.

Thmp-Thmp and Finger Nips plod along the railroad tracks. They do not appear enthused with trail so far.

All those that consider themselves a c*nt were called up for a down-down. Gee, I didn't know we had so many losers in this kennel!

There's barely enough water this year to keep the slime and pond scum alive!

Hangs Loose was punished for talking constantly as well as loudly in circle.

Religion was at Wicked Retahted's massive complex and was complete with the traditional bonfire too.

Almost 65 degrees at eight o'clock. Ah, yes. Summer has almost returned.

TIMMY on-ups a steep hill not sure if this hill is preferable to the wooded area of shiggy he just left behind.

Here's the cable car tracks leading on-down to The Shadowbrook Restaurant and Soquel Creek in the background. Make sure he/she is worth it before taking them here for dinner!!

Drummers, always the first to arrive, first to set-up and the last to leave. Old joke: What do they call a person that hangs out with musicians? A drummer!