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Mount Herman Road is busy enough that even the stupidest among us wisely waited for the pedestrian signal to light up. Note the classy shamrock check in the foreground. These hares had too much lead time!
The Human Pube(rubbing his own in this picture), TIMMY, Princess Di(arrhea) and Deep Stroke have reached the I'm-ready-to-walk stage.
This is for those of you that have never seen Dog Breath in anything other than those ugly shorts and ratty tee shirt he always wears to the hash! See harriettes, he CAN be made into something decent-looking!
Here is Shallow Hole greeting the rep from WomenCare. As always, Red Dress is a benefit for them. See, Surf City isn't ALL bad!!
The last time we converged on Bangkok West restaurant, was a stumble in the Picture Hash. We were given a picture out of order and found no hares here when we arrived.
On-on-on was back at Louie's Cajun Kitchen and Bourbon Bar where the waitstaff again wisely crammed the clan in a corner. Goodnight from Trail 685. May the Hash go in Peace.
The fist thing Shady Curtains did as Beer Fairy was to drink a beer. This does not bode well for his tenure! Next? View on.
Beer Check was on the beach at the end of 26th Avenue and featured pizzas delivered by Little Caesar's!
Nearing the ten o'clock hour and the dynamic duo is STILL belting out the tunes. They must have quite a repertoire!! Maybe they could use Waxi-pad on ukulele?
dBASED finds flour carelessly tossed onto a thousand year accumulation of Douglas Fir and Redwood needles.
Looks as if Just Schuyler has actually been running on this trail. We gotta break this boy of that bad habit before it's too late!
Occasional Rapist and The Arabian Goggler cross DeLaveaga Golf Course hoping not to get boinked by a flying white ball. They got lucky, THIS time anyway.
This is where the night ended for Deep Stroke, Slonad, Princess, Thmp-Thmp and Hugh. Goodnight form Trail 684. May the Hash go in Peace.
Major debauchery is beginning. Time for Hash Flash to put the camera away. Goodnight from Trail 564. May the Hash go in Peace.
Not only was Dung-Fu Grip Religious Adviser tonight but he celebrated his 150th hash with us as well. Sad he has nothing better to do isn't it?
Shallow Hole pauses to allow band mate Waxi-Pad to divest himself of some of the excess drugs he's ingested tonight.
Finally, after many miles, the mob stumbled into Beer Check. Hopefully, this signals the end of a long and tortuous trail.
A ton of tints turn the sky a palette of colors as the pack enters the park overlooking Seabright Beach on one side and the San Lorenzo River, now a lagoon, on the other. On the Point Loma peninsula, we found a Mason jar of Mai Tai!
Here's the high water mark, so to speak , of this trail. Broke Bench Mountain is going to demonstrate a tug job. I mean on the rope, what did ya think I was talking about?!?
Next on the agenda was circleup for Just Heather's naming. This would prove to be our second successful naming of the evening.
Bloody Wanker, still thinking he can keep his rear paws dry, gingerly crosses Fall Creek on some slippery stones.
Co-hares dBASED and Drill Me suffer through a verbal barrage of insults from the pack pertaining to their parents as well as their trail.
Clouds is a very out-of-character place for the hash. Both the owners AND the hash were uncomfortable
Co-hares Occasional Rapist and Shallow Hole delivered non-romantic Instructions of Trail on Valentine's Day eve.
Waxi-Pad was commended for (finally) completing his 25th hash with us. To celebrate this momentous occasion...
Note Beer Fairy The Pedofiddler has appropriated the bottle of down-down beer for her own evil purpose!!
Here we are on the Eagle Trail, just Today Is Monday and your Hash Flash stupid enough to do so. This trail is at least half-a-mile from the nearest road. Anyone with a vehicle here is so stupid they wouldn't heed this warning sign anyway!
The troops actually waited for the light to change before crossing busy Soquel Drive. Probably a good idea on wet streets. Hey, who the hell's carrying a 'garage sale' sign on trail?!?
Co-hares Hugh Heifer and Shallow Hole delivered their usual uninformative version of Instructions of Trail.
If you're thinking, 'I see nothing but hashers in this bar', you'd be correct. What else would you expect on a cold, dark, rainy weekday night?
Mercifully for those of us that shun heights, trail did not continue on the trestle towering above Capitola.
Schlong Division,Slonad and Just Brian receive their down-downs from Beer Fairy Deep Stroke for managing to miss Liquor Check