…for me anyway. No rain to mar our efforts at laying a trail for yesterday’s Hash, and no rain during the Hash either. The feedback from the Harriers who participated was very positive. The trail was in an area we hadn’t Hashed in awhile and folks appreciated the variety. We had a couple of hills to climb but nothing outrageous. And there was some variety as well, incorporating both countryside and street side.

One guy rolled his ankle on that tire staircase, but I don’t think you can blame the trail for that, could have happened getting out of bed too. There were two points where some folks lost the trail and had to backtrack. In the first instance it seems the locals intentionally erased the trail markings. No idea why someone would be so petty as to do that, but what can you do? The second place was near the end and I’ll cop to inadequate marking. I just assumed people would discern the true trail getting back to our on-home at Treasure Island. Lesson learned!

It was a good day and the best trail ever! So say I and so it must be!

Sometimes the morning coffee’s way too strong.
And Sometimes what she says she says all wrong.
Right or Wrong, she’s there beside me,
Like only a friend would be!
And that’s close enough to perfect for me.

Now, She’s been known to wear her pants too tight.
And drinkin’ puts her out just like a light.
Heaven knows she’s not an angel,
But she’d really like to be.
And that’s close enough to perfect for me.