A Hare-y experience

Tomorrow I make my debut as the sole Hare responsible for setting this week’s trail with the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers (SBH3). It’s a huge responsibility and an even bigger pain in the ass. Here’s how my day of preparation has gone down (so far).

Up even earlier than normal so I could get on with the business of marking the trail while beating the worst of the heat. I arrived at Johansson’s (our starting point) at 0630 and got to work.

The SBH3 has our own storage room deep in the bowels of Johansson’s.
Tools of the Hare trade include jugs to hold the powder we use to mark the trail…
.…and chalk to further point out direction to the Hashers. I personally detest a poorly marked trail so one of my goals was to give clear indications of which way to go.
First order of business was I needed to fill those jugs up with powder. Bastards were pretty damn heavy too. I carried one and put the other in my backpack. I tried not to be stingy with my powder use but I was also keenly aware that I had 6+ kilometers of trail to mark. Turns out I needed every drop of powder I brought.

Now, obviously I’m not an experienced Hare but I had a decision to make. Some Hares prefer to mark the trail the day prior to the Hash. Others do it the morning of. The downside to the day before is that the powder can fade or even worse, wash away should there be rain overnight. Doing it the day of the Hash is a risk because it could be raining that morning or something else could go wrong causing a major fuck up. Anyway, I opted for today. Checking the weather forecast I see there is a possibility of isolated thunderstorms tomorrow. Hopefully all my hard work doesn’t go down the drain before we Hash. Nothing to be done about it I suppose. Well, if it rains this afternoon or tonight, I could go out in the morning and re-mark the trail. I’d rather not of course.

With powder and chalk in hand I commenced to walking the trail I had been piecing together these past few weeks.

And leaving appropriate signs along the way. This is in the Alta Vista subdivision. I’m doing the 1,349th SBH3 trail, hence the “49”.
Time to get off the street and into the dirt. As Dorothy might have sang “follow the chalk and white powder”…
Out in the countryside I’m marking trees instead of telephone poles…
The powder is there to ensure a clear indication of where to turn at intersections is provided. Looking at this photo perhaps I should have laid it on thicker. PLEASE don’t rain on my parade!

So, as I may have previously mentioned, my trail has two medium length uphills and the climbs are not very steep. One significant downhill and then a relatively easy meandering path covering much of “My Bitch”. It does require walking through the yards of a couple squatter shanties. I always feel bad about creating a disturbance, dogs barking and the like. And knowing I’d be leading 30+ Hashers through their enclave is going to make a lousy day for them I suspect. Anyway, to assuage my guilt make up for their inconvenience I handed out tins of cookies as I passed through today. That seemed to be appreciated.

The trail continues on back into Alta Vista on our way “on-home” at Treasure Island in Baloy Beach. And since we are passing by my house I’ve incorporated a beer check into the hike. A stop off to refresh yourself and replace vital bodily liquids prior to hiking that last kilometer to T.I.

Maybe the highlight of the trek?
Two cases of beer and another ice chest with water and soft drinks for those so inclined.
I didn’t get to prepare the meal I was planning when last week’s on-home wasn’t at my home. But by gawd I’ve got some snacks for any hungry Hashers passing by…
With thirsts quenched it’s just a short hike from my place out to T.I.
I’m not up on all the Hash trail marking symbols, but I do know this one. Anyone care to hazard a guess as to what it means?

So the short trail is marked and ready. I still need to walk and mark the long trail (another 5K). I may go ahead and do that this afternoon so I can deal with any contingencies that may arise in the morning.

Being a Hare is dirty work and I’ve got the shoes to prove it!

And oh yeah, because of my need to get out and get busy early this morning, Buddy and Lucky had to forego their walk.

Come on guys! No need to pout about it. We’ll go walking again tomorrow. I promise!


Follow the yellow brick road
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road

Follow the rainbow over the stream
Follow the fellow who follows a dream
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road

2 thoughts on “A Hare-y experience

  1. I hope the Hash goes off without a hitch, but I admit I’m morbidly interested in hearing what the complaints might be. Someone’s always gotta bitch about something…

    Were the dogs really pouting in that photo? Is that actually what it looks like when they pout? Hilarious, if so.

  2. Well, there is a motivation to finding something to bitch about. If you say anything good about the trail you are required to join the Hare on the ice…I rarely have a kind word myself…

    No, they were actually kinda lovin’ on each other…snuggling up if you will. Buddy does get jealous sometimes but he seems to really like his step brother…

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