It’s been sunny and hot these past few days. Except when it’s not. Take Monday for instance. Great weather all day right up until it was time to Hash. And then the rains came down. The rain stopped again about 3/4 of the way through the trail, stayed clear until we finished the after Hash circle, then came pouring down again. Ah well. There’s talk of a big typhoon on the horizon so I guess I should hold my complaining until then.
Let’s get on with the Hash pictures then, shall we?
The day’s trail. Fucking Old Man was the Hare and for a guy in his 70’s he laid a surprisingly difficult course, including up and down a couple of small mountains…
And we are On-On. Those are the runners in front of me. I’m leading the pack of walkers at this point…
But not for long. Here most of the walkers have just passed me on the flat highway (that’s me with the walking stick). So much for my supposition that I could keep pace except in the hills. Oh well.
It wasn’t long before I was the only Hasher in sight. The stragglers behind me wound up bailing before we even reached the mountains.
I was missing Snake Charmer, the sweet gal who held back last week so I wouldn’t be alone on trail. I hustled as best I could until I caught up with these two on the day’s first real incline. I stuck with them the rest of the way…
As regular readers may recall, early in my Hashing career I got tangled up in some barbed wire. It had me in stitches, but it was no laughing matter. So I’m particularly wary of that particular hazard these days.
On this trail there were not one, not two, but THREE fences to cross over. This one at least had been knocked down and held down with some bamboo…
Had to actually step over the second fence, but it wasn’t too high or too difficult. This time.
I didn’t bother with a photograph of the third encounter. Every time I stopped for a photo op I fell further behind these guys. And I hate being alone on trail almost as much as barbed wire.
It’s always fascinating to me how people manage to live up in the mountains with no road or easy access to conveniences most of us take for granted. Who do they think they are, Walt Whitman?
And then suddenly we popped out of the hills and into some familiar territory…Alta Vista…my own subdivision. It’s always nice knowing where you are again plus I was able to drop off my walking stick at the house. It’s a pain in the ass to lug around during the after Hash circle…
On Home was at one of my favorite venues, Treasure Island. I’ve been eating at home more these days so I haven’t been there in awhile…
It was good seeing Jessa, one of my favorite waitresses again. And this is the closest I got to an ass shot (didn’t want to be rude) but trust me, she has a fine one!
The traditional beer drinking ritual prior to doing the Hash circle. And no, I didn’t have to sit on the ice this week…
The beach view at Treasure Island….
After the circle I enjoyed some quality time with Jessa and Kat. In fact, I bought them both dinner. To be honest, I’m kinda sweet on both of them. I can’t tell if either or both like me, although they did say they want to come to my house and have me cook for them. So there’s that…
And so goes the story of another Hash. The next best thing to being there, right?
Rainy day people always seem to know when you’re feeling blue
High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too
Take it or leave it, or try to believe it
If you’ve been down too long
Rainy day lovers don’t hide love inside they just pass it on