Here's the 'train' and it stopped right in front of us to convert to another of it's possible incarnations.

Fap Jack leads Hooker On Kronix,Bitch and Dung-Fu Grip on-down into some shiggy. It got worse too.

In this picture we see Taint Brush asking, 'Is that bottle MOVING?'

Morning Missile explains his tap setup to Broke Bench Mountain.

This is how Banana tells Hash Flash it's time to put the friggin' camera away!!! Goodnight from Trail 559. May the Hash go in Peace

I think Cumcerto's Mommy dresses her funny.

Harriettes (and, incidentally, sisters) Cumcerto and Princess Di(arrhea) make the bar their first stop this evening...as usual!

Semper Jack Us, Yongsan Kimchee H3 (Korea) was welcomed as a visitor.

Beer Check was finally discovered in Garfield Park. The hares were even kind enough to provide some munchies.

Dirty Dolmas has yet again (foolishly) agreed to host a Beer Check at her home. Some people just never learn I guess!

And the hares... Twisted Fister and Occasional Rapist. They were universally condemned for supplying alcohol to people who were already drunk and now standing on a cliff!

Yes, darkness has fallen but everyone made sure not to stray far from the cooler

Ah! This is more like it, wield that steel!

There were a few mortals at the bar in Tampico's earlier but they exited once hashers began arriving.

Princess Di(arrhea) is still handing out chalk at the first check! She must not wish to carry anything more than necessary.

Even though Yellow Prick Load, Ska Skank Redemption and Today Is Monday have plagued our existence innumerable times, we still treat them as visitors.

And the hares...Wicked Retahted, Dung-Fu Grip and Occasional Rapist. Three liquor stops were appreciated but NOT trail length!

Here we see Butt Balls and TIMMY attempting to not fall off the wet,slippery log bridging a chasm over a pond of stagnant typhoid-carrying mosquito infested water. Luckily, they were successful

Thmp-Thmp was made a laughing stock for completing 25 consecutive hashes with us.

B. S. Whistle is told by Accuprick he should be happy this trail was NOT as bad as many Surf City trails are!!

This is the old and venerable Bayview Hotel. It has been physically relocated a number of times. Sounds like a lot of work to me and something that would definitely deduct from your available drinking time. Forget that!

The hash as commandeered the back section of JJ's for it's own e-vile purposes.

Dejected FRB's return from a YBF.

Deadliest Snatch pulls away from Hugh Heifer and Accuprick thinking Liquor Check must be near. This soon proved a false hope.

The Arabian Goggler, as a past recipient of the dubious distinction of 'winning' the Watermelon Head Award, outlines the requirements for winning said award.

Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip says he's had enough of our stupidity and dismisses the pack. Good evening from Trail 815. May the Hash go in Peace.

Amazingly enough, Shallow Hole has managed to keep her rear paws dry this far into trail. The worst is yet to come though.

Trees proved convenient repositories for trail marker. I do not agree with Banana's cutting them down for this purpose though

And the hare...Snatch.cum. She had more flour on her than on the trail!

Those hashers already out of money awaiting the arrival of the barflies to complete circleup and begin the next chapter in our sad history.

General Store - Rabbit Hash, Kentucky bw

Accuprick and Hugh Heifer take a timeout to commune and allow less lazy hashers to solve a back check for them.

Backsliders all: Deep Stroke, Bailas Con Burros, Achy Breaky Snatch, Ralph Crammed-In, Little Wrinkled Fanny and Daddy War Bucks

Co-hares Hairy Fuck 2.5 and Cum Lord educate the pack in the various uses of chalk

Hooker Khronics Bitch, now a full-fledged hasher.

Yes, your observation is correct, almost everyone at the bar has a hash name. The few mortal in attendance cowered at the end of the bar nearest the door in case they decided escape was desirable.

The front window of Cary Nation's provides an intriguing view of the main street of Los Gatos. Check it out after a few beers if you want a good laugh!

This is the backside of the old Britannia Arms building. Seems the future owners do not wish people jumping onto their roof and is putting a fence up. How rude!!

TIMMY!!! eyes the trail leading down the side of a steep hill from Fredrick Street Park to the Upper Harbor. He wisely opted for the stairs!

Shallow Hole is the only one capable of keeping up with Chewy so Hangs Loose relinquished the leash to her. Good luck, Shallow Hole, is all I have to say!

This is Cuff My Muff code for the Hash Flash to go-the-hell- away

Here's the worst of the worst this week: Hangs Loose, dBASED, Wicked Retahted, Ray, Twisted Fister and TIMMY. Goodnight from Trail 751. May the Hash go in Peace.

Here in Santa Cruz, it's impossible to do something and not have someone turn it political. Note the Peace sign.

The pack begins to migrate after being dismissed. Local constabulary has 'visited' with us more than once if we tarry too long here. The neighbors get rather nervous!

TIMMY attempts to successfully negotiate the on-down to the railroad tracks. After this morning's rain, this is more a SLIDE that a small hill.

Summer's Yeast and Stub Rub head on-down into some shiggy happy to leave private property behind.

We've taken the tracks to Seacliff State Beach now which is the final resting place of the S. S. Palo Alto. I assure you she makes a better fish habitat than she ever did a ship!

The pack made it only half a block before the first trail-laying error was encountered.