Co-hares Shallow Hole and Hugh Heifer reconfigure trail according to which hounds show up to hash it!

Here we see Broke Bench Mountain attempting to extricate himself from the would-be grave the hare-pair dug for him. And yes, that IS more poison oak blocking his escape route.

This may be one the reasons this area was cordoned off, even Poon Doggy is hesitant to take this so-called trail.

Very few mortals were in attendance at 6:30. The pack had the place to themselves. What are people waiting on?!?

Apparently, that bizarre mark we just encountered has short-circuited Just Steve's little half-mind!!

'You can help by not biking on trails especially when they are fenced off.' Now there's a rule that makes absolutely no fuckin' sense whatsoever! Should everyone ride their bikes OFF the trail then?!?

Here's Virgin Marisol and Jeremiah crossing the street.

The traffic signal in the background indicates they've been caught 'red-handed' crossing against the signal!!

Yes, it's beginning to get dark, the light from the Walton Lighthouse at the Yacht Harbor is beginning to get really bright

The tide was coming on-in while the pack was still going on-out. I think the tide got the better deal...

Exactly what you'd expect to find on a hashers mantel: a cutout of people running and, no doubt, towards a beer.

Fap Jack, Just Dan and Just Pauline feel walking is an integral part of hashing.

The evenings first band was comprised of local JUNIOR HIGH kids. They rocked! Hares and hounds were hoppin'!

Though the cup Just Randy is holding is rather small, the liquid within loomed very large, if you catch my meaning.

Butters and Poon Doggy guard the entrance. Actually, they're just looking for someone that has leftover food!

Jizziki breathes a sigh of relief thinking, I've survived another shitty trail and avoided the rain as well.

Turkey Trail hounds 'look down' on the Eagles as they have since 1938!!

Beer Check was it's usual boisterous self.

Harriettes share candy. Dung-Fu Grip checks to see who has the best tongue action.

Buoy Boobs smiles, beer in hand, while the other hounds fight over the scraps

Hash invade the abode of Occasional Rapist and dBASED and begin to fill the living room. Good Grief, who let that wolf in the house?!?

Cumcerto, Thmp-Thmp, Princess Di(arrhea), Twisted Fister and Achy Breaky Snatch do NOT look interested in going out on trail!

Arriving at Seson House at Cabrillo College, co-hare dBASED handed the next picture-clue to the FRB's.

The RA explains Joke, Song or Body Part to Virgin Maureen. Sorry, harriers. Maureen went the joke route.

Did anyone notice this sign as you left Mission Street heading into the shiggy bound for the second tunnel? Of course you didn't!

Everyone knows professors have affairs with students occasionally, but to have an office dedicated to it?!? Welcome to Santa Cruz!

Here Hugh, Shallow Hole, Waxi-Pad and BS Whistle commune while eiuffing their faces

dBASED bids farewell to civilization as he prepares to launch himself into the forest primeval. Good luck, dBASED.

For his quintessential Santa Cruz outfit, a 'pothead', Steamy Baanorrhea was chosen as Beer Fairy.

Last week it was a 5 foot tall tiki, this week they're on the wall. There's something about this section of town!!

Wicked Retahted and Occasional Rapist plod with the pod on-up the locals-only section of Union Street. Believe it or not, this actually WAS a road before landslides took it out.

Fist Liquor Check was a welcome break. Here we see Nipple Butt standing guard while his two-legged kennel mates swill away

Phyllis Driller had to tell TIMMY he talking to a dummy. That's ANOTHER think TIMMY has become proficient at after years of hashing!

Of all the trail markings, for some reason this is the only one Just Brian seems to have retained from his first hash!

Bailas Con Burros tells TIMMY why she refuses to allow (current) husband Banana Basher to accompany his kennel mates to NorthSouth. Bottom line? He's too untrustworthy!

Just Mirit was awarded a farewell down-down. She is moving to Singapore for a year to teach school.

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

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.

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

TIMMY ambles through the intersection of Cathcart and Cedar streets as if there isn't a car around for five miles!!

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

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.

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.

Here we see Virgin Shannon,Just Sarah,TIMMY!, Vince Lamblowme,Anthrax Asshole and Phantom Fucker waiting on our slowest drinkers to finish up and join the pack for introductions

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