A good Hash event yesterday. I probably only did half of the trail Leech My Nuggets worked so hard to provide, but with my additions (primarily starting from my house), my hike was almost equally as long. My partners in crime (if shortcutting is a crime) were Pubic Head and Buddy Fucker, and as is our custom, we eliminated some of the Hare’s unnecessary ups and downs. One good up per hike satisfies whatever urge I may have to climb.
Going my wayEarly in my trek, I found myself on the Hare’s trail. That’s always nice in a “great minds thinking alike” kinda way.Feeling tired.And then retired.Walking near the gathering place for the official Hash trail. See y’all On-Home!Arriving right on schedule at the meet-up with Pubic Head and Buddy Fucker.Those two.The first part of our hike was also on the Hare’s trail–our first climb was his second.If stairsteps ever got back to their roots, this is what it would look like.The guy in the middle told us he now has title to this piece of land and has put up a barbwire fence to prove it. We found a way to bypass his blockage, and he was nice enough about it. He told us of his dream to build a resort up here. Of course, he’ll need to start with a road. Good luck with that. In the meantime, he has fucked up one of our most popular hiking routes–the My Bitch trail.A bit further down our path, we had a visit with the first family of the mountain.Jennifer and her youngestMountain mama OneliaThe Easter Mountain view you’ve been waiting for.These two Hashers caught up with us as we continued on our way.My little town.The path aheadThe other side of BarrettoWhat happened to Pubic Head? He was right behind me…This picture doesn’t really do it justice, but this was the scariest part of the hike. Lose your footing here, and you are going down a deep ravine, and it is doubtful you’ll be walking out again. And that damn tree exacerbated the situation by partially blocking an already too-narrow path. We made it, though.Steppin’ down into townMaking my way to the On-Home at VFW.Circle up!Hash GashHashy birthday!The breast cake of the day!
At the conclusion of the Hash, several of us made our way to It Doesn’t Matter to continue the infusion of alcoholic beverages into our bloodstream.
My waitresses were Santa and Armie. Their efforts and willingness to laugh at my lame jokes earned them each a lady drink or two.
And when I’d had enough, I paid a visit to Sit-n-Bull for my weekly banana split. Home even earlier than usual (not even eight yet!), but that’s how it goes sometimes. I had a good night’s sleep, and now I’m ready to rock my Tuesday. We’ll see how that turns out.
The science is settled!
2 thoughts on “Going my own way”
Feeling tired.
That’s a nice pic, with the mossy wall, and the tires and trail leading off into the distance.
In the meantime, he has fucked up one of our most popular hiking routes–the My Bitch trail.
Sorry to hear it. But the trail is still doable so long as you take a detour, yes?
this was the scariest part of the hike.
Looks pretty steeply tilted. Yikes.
The breast cake of the day!
Such nice, pink nipples. And the lady’s holding the cake at almost the proper optical-illusion angle. The guy on the left doesn’t look pleased, though. I hope the cake tasted good, at least.
Walk on!
Regarding a detour, we’ll have to see if we can find a walkaround, but as of now, the only way through is over or under a barbwire fence. We’ll figure something out eventually.
I didn’t sample the boob cake, but I had a slice of the chocolate one, which was excellent.
Feeling tired.
That’s a nice pic, with the mossy wall, and the tires and trail leading off into the distance.
In the meantime, he has fucked up one of our most popular hiking routes–the My Bitch trail.
Sorry to hear it. But the trail is still doable so long as you take a detour, yes?
this was the scariest part of the hike.
Looks pretty steeply tilted. Yikes.
The breast cake of the day!
Such nice, pink nipples. And the lady’s holding the cake at almost the proper optical-illusion angle. The guy on the left doesn’t look pleased, though. I hope the cake tasted good, at least.
Walk on!
Regarding a detour, we’ll have to see if we can find a walkaround, but as of now, the only way through is over or under a barbwire fence. We’ll figure something out eventually.
I didn’t sample the boob cake, but I had a slice of the chocolate one, which was excellent.