The majority of the pack trounce through the arcade. Woe be to any mortals encountering them!

Princess and Broke Bench amble along trail while it looks like Nipple Butt is finally smelling the mountain lion we've been expecting all trail long

I think it's a good idea for someone with Broke Bench Mountain's propensity to make trouble to get used to looking at the world through metal bars...

If you're thinking, There's nothing but hashers at the bar!, you're correct. Mortals had already fled in terror.

Hugh Heifer and Brave Brave Sir Robin were congratulated on their winning the coveted DFL position tonight.

Here's the back drop of the music stage. Certainly more interesting than just a painted wall.

My Little Bony, Carlos Danger, Dicky Wacker, Snake Me Anywhere, Legs and Just Dave commandeer the entire roadway.

Thmp-Thmp wades Carbonera Creek believing a little water is better than contending with the banks which are lined with poison oak. Yikes!

Everyone quit drinking for a second and bid a fond farewell to Just Daniel. He's gone, in his place will forever now be...

TIMMY prepares to pass the chalk box around so the FRB's can mark trail for we DFL's

Construction Disturbance Coordinator. What, pray tell, does this person 'coordinate' the construction disturbance WITH? Possibly the time when most people wish to be asleep?!?

Wicked Retahted was punished for singing a hash song when no one was at the altar.

Princess Di(arrhea) vanished across the pedestrian bridge at the Highway 1 end on the river levee. This bridge has saved a number of hashers from drowning when cruel hares (read dBASED) forced us to cross the San Lorenzo River

As soon as the hares left their house, hashers began to rummage around for anything worth stealing.

He barely swallowed that before being given the award for Stupidest Act By a Hasher: Yelling 'Ranger Danger' when the Ranger was within earshot!!!

Now we understand what the hares meant when they said, One will go out but have to come back. Someone has to pull the boat back across the pond to pick up more hounds.

Giant Asexual and Just Schuyler were awarded down-downs for playing games while on trail.

I wanted just one more shot proving that co-GM's Thmp-Thmp and Princess Di(arrhea) at no time on this trail donned a toga.

Nipple Me Elmo is happy that she was able to wrestle her stuff Elmo toy away from Nipple Butt

Sadly, he appears proud of skipping trail. Consequently....

Just Jane and Just Trisha listen as old-time hasher Banana Basher regales them with lies about his hashing ability he's concocted over the years

This small tree fell victim to cruel hares in an effort to slow the pursuing pack.

Though rain appeared imminent, not a single drop fell on our little heads this day.

The pack always wants to enjoy the sun when it's available especially after a lackluster May.

Beer Check was along the Branciforte Creek causeway, although calling the trickle of water within it's concrete confines is an abuse of the word 'creek'.

Virgin Ben spit-up a half-hearted joke. Sorry, harriettes.

With tongues like those,they did not need to drink but merely lapped up their down-downs

Serial's daughter Natalie points out to Sniff My Butt and Choka-cola the jerk that just made a pass at her

Here we see TIMMY giving his best rap to Bareback. Unsuccessfully I might add! Goodnight from Trail 680. May the Hash go in Peace.

the cookbook flipped closed

Thmp-Thmp, sporting his new Happi Coat, was awarded a down-down for finishing, more or less, his 125th hash with Surf city.

Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker grab the best seats for Religion

Beer Check was on the beach at the end of 26th Avenue. Our fellow beach-goers were 'interested', shall we term it, in what we were up to!

The doors at Bangkok West restaurant slammed shut when the hash approached.

By blowing through a false,this group actually stumbled across trail again!

How thoughtful of the hare to lead the litter past a cemetery! Why are the gates locked, to keep us OUT or to keep those inside IN?!?

Here's OLD kennel mate Moose Knuckle with NEW kennel mate, R. Sole's Buddy, formerly of Oxford H3,England.

I'm certain this group felf this small cove shielded them from prying eyes, however....

With many members at InterAmerica Hash in Portland, a depleted pack assembled in North Remote Parking on the UC Santa Cruz campus.

TIMMY(again), Dog Breath and Just Eddie were congratulated on surviving another year of hashing by reaching their birthdays. Every week proves another miraculous anniversary for these three jokers!

Deep Stroke and Too Drunk to Fuck tell Get Up and Run,Bitch she's lucky she got here in the bag wagon and did not have to hash this trail

Her comes two of the walkers, Twisted Fister and Finger Nips. They yell,You bastards better have left us some beer!

RA Dung-Fu Grip explains the Joke,song or Body Part options to virgins Alex, Sean and Mel.

Fucked-Over Fest signals his success at getting Hugh Heifer to put his phone number in her phone.

Occasional Rapist reacts adversely when co-hare Shallow Hole refuses to divulge the location of Beer Check

Sorry harriers, this picture was snapped immediately AFTER Dripster and Hugh flashed the assembly. The sight drove Jill to drink!

Dung-Fu Grip was punished for rescuing the Virgins along trail. No good deed goes unpunished at the Hash!!

Head hare(who said 'Head'?) gives Instructions of Trail. Her co-hares hide knowing trail will not live up to her promises.

Here's our DFL for the day, TIMMY. TIMMY thought he had guessed where Beer Check would be but his short-cut turned out to be a long-cut instead.

As you can see, being condemned by the pack had no effect on the spirits of co-hares Twisted Fister and Occasional Rapist.