Celebrated my birthday with the Hash. We caught a break from the rain which made for a mostly pleasant hike, notwithstanding some mud and puddles.

We are On-On!

If this street were ice cream it would be my favorite flavor!

I usually find cause to mutter this word several times during a typical Hash. Yesterday was no exception.

The boys are in the ‘hood!

And in your backyard…

…and all up in your shit.

That’s more like it…

A trail with a view…

In a first for me we crossed the Matain river….

in a banka boat…cool…

better than wading, that’s for sure…

On home was at Johan’s Dive resort featuring this view of the bay…

Drinking beer and reflecting on the day’s journey…

So, at the circle I was made to sit on the ice in honor of my having achieved another birthday. A small cake with a solitary candle was presented and I was instructed to blow out the candle. I silently made a wish that the cake would not be smashed into my face. My wish was not granted.

And then the traditional Hash birthday song was sung:

Hashy beer day, fuck you!
Hashy beer day, fuck you!
Hashy beer day, hashy beer day, hashy beer day
FUCK YOU!