That’s the way the sane group did yesterday’s Hash. We completed a goodly portion of the first climb on the Hare’s trail, but when we reached the part that is aptly named “Motherfucker” we chose to take a different path. Worked out just fine. A challenging, yet enjoyable, 6K hike.
Our Hash circles are getting more and more out of control, and are also getting longer and longer, which makes them less and less enjoyable. At least for me. I’ve taken to giving myself some time-outs when it gets to be too much, but last night when the circle finally concluded I was in a bad mood. That’s no way to finish an otherwise good day. I’m going to need to take a new approach I reckon. I’m not sure what that will be, but I’ll think of something.
To the photos then:
Time to eat. I wonder if I can find this place:
I wanna hear more about these out-of-control Hash circles. Are people drunkenly having sex in public?
“Are people drunkenly having sex in public?”
Heh, I wish. Nothing as exciting as that. The circle has just become longer than necessary and frankly, just boring. We got some songs that just go on and on and on. Sometimes they are funny, but everything gets old after a while. It seemed we used to have a pretty standard schedule–introductions, ice the hares, violations (theft and littering on trail, Hash crash/fuckup) virgin/naming rituals, returning/leaving Hashers, and so forth. Now people are making shit up as we go along and it seems neverending.
The other thing is people talking and carrying on during the circle which makes it nearly impossible to hear what is happening sometimes. So even the good parts of the circle are less enjoyable.
Also, I’m becoming a grumpy old man and just bitch and moan about everything. The other Hashers seem to be okay with the status quo, so I just exit when my tolerance is exhausted.