It was Hash Monday, and I wasn’t feeling at the top of my game, but I figured I’d give it a shot and see what happens. After my morning nap, I had an hour to kill and didn’t feel like sitting around, so I went to Sit-n-Bull for a light lunch before the Hash.
The VFW meet-up location was only a block away, so I hustled over to await the start of the Hash trail. (Thanks to Pubic Head for his photographic contributions to this post. I reckon half of these shots are his.)
After the Hash was over, I hung out with some of the guys at It Doesn’t Matter. Good times!
4 thoughts on “It’s a beautiful morning”
so I went to Sit-n-Bull for a light lunch before the Hash.
I hate that feeling of walking on a full stomach. Add heat and humidity to the equation, and… no, thanks.
The Hare, Fireman, providing guidance
How the hell did this guy get away with having a non-nasty Hash name? No fair. In French, one slang term for “give a blowjob” is “faire le pompier,” or “play the fireman.”
Onward and upward we go!
So nice to see the sun, though, instead of all that gloomy rain.
The Easter Mountain view
I’m weirdly reminded of the green, rolling hills of Virginia. That could almost be a view out a car window along I-81. Just add fences and cows.
The Barretto view
Looks to be rain in the distance.
The On-Home venue this week was at Fireman’s house. That’s him in the “boss” shirt. He even had food catered from Jewel Café for all the Hashers. Well done, Todd!
Looks to be a good spread, too. Chow down!
This strikes me as having been a particularly beautiful hike. Nice job.
I have noticed the absence of 19 kilo ass and the black woman for many posts. Just wondering.
The scenery there is great. I think the best of the year is just ahead.
I am back in Colorado and I bought the pecan pie you tempted me with. I ate the whole thing, like potato chips. Now you have me fantasizing enchiladas. You’re bad.
Rascal, 18 Kilo Ass is still around, just not joining us for the hikes/Hash lately. Wendy (the black gal) stopped coming too.
Glad you found some pie–eat it while you can! I believe enchilada is Spanish for “eat early and often!” Glad I could help. Enjoy!
Kev, in retrospect, I should have waited for the food at Fireman’s, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Speaking of Fireman, he was named long before I got here and may have been named in a different Hash. There was a time, though, that he almost burned down Alta Vista (accidentally), so maybe the name derives from that incident.
Yes, there is a feeling of familiarity with the rolling hills and landscapes here. Sometimes the dominance of Easter Mountain reminds me of my life in Prescott, AZ, when I was greeted each day with a view of Thumb Butte.
I was hurrying to get back On-Home before that rain you can see on the bay reached us. Luckily, most of it stayed off shore, so no one got wet. It was a good and lucky day for sure!
It is great to be surrounded by beauty. Keeps the depression at bay.
so I went to Sit-n-Bull for a light lunch before the Hash.
I hate that feeling of walking on a full stomach. Add heat and humidity to the equation, and… no, thanks.
The Hare, Fireman, providing guidance
How the hell did this guy get away with having a non-nasty Hash name? No fair. In French, one slang term for “give a blowjob” is “faire le pompier,” or “play the fireman.”
Onward and upward we go!
So nice to see the sun, though, instead of all that gloomy rain.
The Easter Mountain view
I’m weirdly reminded of the green, rolling hills of Virginia. That could almost be a view out a car window along I-81. Just add fences and cows.
The Barretto view
Looks to be rain in the distance.
The On-Home venue this week was at Fireman’s house. That’s him in the “boss” shirt. He even had food catered from Jewel Café for all the Hashers. Well done, Todd!
Looks to be a good spread, too. Chow down!
This strikes me as having been a particularly beautiful hike. Nice job.
I have noticed the absence of 19 kilo ass and the black woman for many posts. Just wondering.
The scenery there is great. I think the best of the year is just ahead.
I am back in Colorado and I bought the pecan pie you tempted me with. I ate the whole thing, like potato chips. Now you have me fantasizing enchiladas. You’re bad.
Rascal, 18 Kilo Ass is still around, just not joining us for the hikes/Hash lately. Wendy (the black gal) stopped coming too.
Glad you found some pie–eat it while you can! I believe enchilada is Spanish for “eat early and often!” Glad I could help. Enjoy!
Kev, in retrospect, I should have waited for the food at Fireman’s, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Speaking of Fireman, he was named long before I got here and may have been named in a different Hash. There was a time, though, that he almost burned down Alta Vista (accidentally), so maybe the name derives from that incident.
Yes, there is a feeling of familiarity with the rolling hills and landscapes here. Sometimes the dominance of Easter Mountain reminds me of my life in Prescott, AZ, when I was greeted each day with a view of Thumb Butte.
I was hurrying to get back On-Home before that rain you can see on the bay reached us. Luckily, most of it stayed off shore, so no one got wet. It was a good and lucky day for sure!
It is great to be surrounded by beauty. Keeps the depression at bay.