Hugh Heifer was punished for hitching a ride on-in with dBASED. dBASED was punished for GIVING her that ride!

We had a fairly colorful sunset today, sadly partially due to all the wildfires raging north of here.

Courtesy Flush and Stub Rub found Liquor Check so enjoyable it was difficult to leave it!

Religious Adviser Accuprick makes the announcement of a momentous occasion for Surf City: Banana Basher's 100th haring for us!

Around the Surf City H3, such a sign is considered a direct challenge to the hash and an infringement on our right to be half-minds! And yes, true trail DID go right around this sign and continue on-on.

Looks as if Jacquie is going to ask the beertender to fill her sack for the trip home!

Broke Bench strikes a pose of dismay upon seeing trail will exit Jade Street Park onto another of Piss 'n Booth's favorite items: the accursed railroad tracks!!

Virgin Raquel, TIMMY and Stub Rub spend time with Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip to pay for holding a private party.

Check and Dong and Kara said they were quite pleased dBASED laid trail on the bridge rather than forcing us to wade across

Here's Ralph Crammed-In. Ralph has finally managed to find his way back to the hash. Must of spent some time in treatment!

Here's Puff's driveway,the site for Religion this week,before the pack plods in to begin destroying the serenity of the neighborhood.

In their first visit to the altar, hare-pair Shallow Hole and Occasional Rapist were punished for running out of beer at Beer Check. Inexcusable!!

Accuprick has shed his coat and seems good with walking this section of trail as well as avoiding the accursed railroad tracks.

Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker use the path to avoid running on the railroad tracks as long as possible. Railroad tracks invite twisted ankles...or worse!

The pub begins to fill with hashers and at about the same time mortals fled for the exit! Shocking.

Here Cuff My Muff planning to have some REAL fun as soon as the RA dismisses the hash

Mortals cowered in fear as the pack commandeered the entirety of the bar area. Uh-oh! The beertender has foolishly trusted TIMMY with a martini glass. I bet it's not long for this world!

Acting-Religious Adviser TIMMY carries down-down beer to the huge gravel pile that will serve as his throne during Religion.

as usual, Religious Adviser Accuprick chose a hot chick for his Beer Fairy. Tonight his victim is Just Karee.

Summer's Yeast celebrated the completion of her 25th hash with Surf City.

Shallow Hole and Just Anne conspire with Twisted Fister to try and figure out where trail will go tonight. In retrospect, NO ONE could have anticipated the cruelty this hare-pair was about to unleash on an innocent pack!

Here we see Virgin Randy showing his friends where he thinks his first trail will go. Suffice it to say he was not exactly correct!

You may wonder why Cumcerto has a bottle of water in her hand. Well, for the first time in recent memory Cumcerto actually attended on-on-on and made up for this insult then.

Can'd H3's Shady Curtains contemplates the best way to attack his plate of calzone BEFORE other hashers begin stealing from him!

Fucked-Over Fest was punished for not only using his smart phone during Religion but he actually RAN to the hash tonight as well. Racist!!

Shallow Hole was congratulated on the return from her business trip back east. strange though, no one said Welcome home!

Shallow Hole, again in charge of Chewy, Thmp-Thmp, in charge of Enzo, TIMMY and Virgin Thomas take a break at a check. They must have had too much from the bottle at Liquor Check.

Certain areas of Henry Cowell State Park have been designated as non-bathroom areas and are marked thusly. AKA 'Thou shan't empty thine bladder in this area'

Spooge Bob No Pants tries to distance himself from the herd

Aunt Cumima stares down the Hash Flash

Steamy Baanorrhea pulls away from a check. He went, needless to say, the easiest direction possible. Lazy bastard!

I wonder if the skull on the upper left corner of this sign belongs to the last person to complain about the construction noise?!?

Making a rare guest appearance was Surf City's founder, Banana Basher. Now you know why we're such a pathetic group.

Fap Jack tries to eaves-drop on co-hares, Dung-Fu Grip and Occasional Rapist as they confer to make sure they both tell the same lies about trail.

A long dark cloud hangs over the Dream Inn.

Here's point A for this week. Apparently this is how the Japanese spell 'Cowboy'. Why would you wish to name a traditional Japanese restaurant Cowboy anyway?!?

Pixilated Obscenity welcomes Swiss Army Cock home after his stint in Afghanistan. He did stand-up comedy impersonating Osama bin Laden but fell on hard times after Osama met up with a couple of Navy Seals

The Beer Near mark was viewed near a bench. I can't believe anyone other than a half-minded hasher is stupid enough to ever come way out here to use it though.

Clouds on the horizon but we could still see all the way to Black Point just past Sunny Cove.

Morning Missile was thanked for the beer and congratulated for recently winning Best in Show at the Marin County Fair.

Bret Harte probably never visited Felton and CERTAINLY would never ventured into the wildness of Roaring Camp. He may have wanted to hash though....

Twisted Fister spits up Instructions of Trail though Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp appear not to care

The Town Clock says eight o'clock. It's hard to believe we've endured this pointlessness for an entire hour!

Third Alcohol Check. I see Just Jeff is holding his flagon tightly. He may be 'concerned' knowing he will receive his hash moniker during tonight's Religion.

A veteran of more than a quarter of a century of hashing: Weiner. His wife is out of town so he sneaked out for a quickie. Dog Breath awaits his next beer

And the hares... Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack. They were condemned for an uncalled for YBF and Beer Check at Gang Central! Goodnight from Trail 844. May the Hash go in Peace.

As you can see, the level of liquid is still quite high and Puff was certainly not FRB to Liquor Check either! Many were either afraid of the consequences of imbibing or simply don't trust these hares. Both are valid concerns in my opinion.

Pinky fingers extended, everyone chomps on the meals. How disgusting! Goodnight from Trail 749. May the Hash go in Peace.