Waxi-Pad, looking like a (poor) Johnny Cash imitator, was punished for not hashing tonight

Co-hare dBASED refused his sentence to be an 'ice breaker' saying trail was no where near as bad as Dog Breath's drunkenness.

Cumcerto and (sister) Princess Di(arrhea) trek along Lincoln Street wondering why they haven't seen the Beer Near mark yet and cursing the hare-pair.

The Chardonnay II makes a dash for the Small Craft Harbor. These passengers will disembark and join the Crow's Nest Thursday night Beach Party.

Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip waits for Virgins Jake and Britney to decide which option to choose for Joke, Song or Body Part.

Pot Ho hotfoots it across the street not trusting the drivers around here. And she's from LA?!?

Here's TIMMY giving the proverbial Chalk Talk to Virgin Erik. We were all witness to how poor TIMMY's memory is becoming in his old age as he had to be reminded about a number of marks he'd forgotten!

Surf City has never been a fan of trails that go past cemeteries, there's just something we find 'unsettling' about them!!

This should stand as our official photo for Toys for Tots '09

In 'n Out Furburger while...

SCOUT tells TIMMY she'll schedule next year's visit on a hash when he is NOT the hare!!

Religious Adviser Accuprick sweet-talked Butt Balls,a RA for many hashes and for many years,into co-RA-ing with him this evening

The former Just Kassie hangs her head in shame as she learns she will forever be known as... Erection Derailer.

Co-hare Triple P gets a chuckle out of all the whining from the hounds.

Here we are at the colloquially-named Top of the World, also Hole 27, the last one at famous DeLaveaga Disc Golf Course. Today Is Monday stumbles down the steps hoping not to get bonked by a disc.

Co-GM Princess Di(arrhea) reads the proclamation awarding TIMMY his reward for successfully completing 50 harings for Surf City. This presentation was preempted last week by the arrival of the local constabulary.

Attention San Luis Obispo H3: Are you missing your hashit?!? It's been 'found' by Surf City H3 co-GMs Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp!

Just Steve vanishes into the hell of Hobo Hotel.

Just Ciarra rejoices when told the pack was unable to come up with a sufficiently rude name for her.

The gentleman standing on the left is an employee here and wishes to post a picture of us on the restaurant's Facebook page. I hope none of the local cops ever see it!

The immense mosquitoes! Here we see a insect resembling a juvenile vampire bar getting ready to feast on Puff but was killed by Accuprick

Here's Can'd H3 and Surf City hashers taking up a table at Seabright Brewery too.

The pack has made it to the top of campus and are thankful every which-way from here is on-down.

Not merely a cute topping for Banana Basher's lampshade, the frog has a function. Please see next picture.

I would NOT want to pay the electricity bill for Riverside Lighting, it would put a serious dent in the funds available for drinking!

Just Nate can do nothing but chuckle when the RA announces the name he shall henceforth be known as.

Just Ciarra was awarded a congratulatory down-down as the evening's Beer Fairy.

Snatch says, You're too old Puff,everyone knows this is a Victoria's Secret original

Here's extreme back slider and present-day Colorado resident Brave Brave Sir Robin. He was punished for his back sliding ways by being appointed the evening's Beer Fairy.

Wicked Retahted exhibits displeasure with Finger Nips telling him, You gotta have way more than THIS to be with me!!

Do NOT hire this company! Why? Their business is ten blocks from Front Street! If they can't read a map, I do not want them managing my company's finances!

Here we see the (current) owner of The Mansion, Brave Fart, communing with Shallow Hole.

This is NOT the 'Lucky Seven'. These people are the worst of the worst, the only ones to attend on-on-on. Goodnight from Trail 679. May the Hash go in Peace.

Co-hares Cuff My Muff and Banana Basher appear impervious to the insults of the pack.

Jizziki heads on-up the stairs into a parking structure asking himself: I KNOW this is a circle-jerk, why the hell am I DOING it?!?

Hugh Heifer was selected as the evening's Beer Fairy. It did little, however, to curtail her propensity for overindulgence.

Hugh Heifer leads Summer's Yeast and a tongue-lolling Stub Rub into Beer Check. Wonder what Hugh has in that cup?!?

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!

Co-hare Dung-Fu Grip attempts to eavesdrop on Giant Asexual, Just Schuyler and Fap Jack to learn what they though of trail.

This is the world's oldest planter box: a 500 year old redwood cut down a century ago and now exhibiting some signs of life again.

This was Dung-Fu Grip's response when Dog Breath asked if this was going to be another of his 7 mile Death Marches!!

The stiff breeze coming in off Monterey Bay was quite appreciated after a mile or so of traipsing the tracks!

Here's Cuma Cuma Cumanda,Portland (Maine) H3. He was dragged to the Left Coast by our old kennel mate Camel Stamp

Charley's Ho flexes her breasts while Zipper Lips and Choka-cola look on in envy

For a hash that frequents mountain lion territory, it's difficult for us to be fearful of a coyote!

Here's Hugh Heifer, Shiny Snail Trail and Occasional Rapist imitating the Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil and See No Evil little monkeys. I say they've mastered the 'monkey' part quite well, wouldn't you agree?

First stop was a block away at Frenchy's. Perfect place for a pre-Valentine's Day tryst.

Here's our lone hare, Dung-Fu Grip (attempting to) explain the new trail-marking system he has, in a drunken stupor, invented for this trail. Sadly, it's numerous variations proved too much even for it's inventor.

Mob circleup to decide on names for Just Steve and Just Robin was a joyous occasion and called for much drinking!