IH3 Trail #661: Totally Unsupervised Trail

Trail #661:Totally Unsupervised Mayhem in 6-mile Creek
Hares: Dong of the Dead and her sister Just Catherine
Hounds Present:
Spike
Ookie Cookie
WowMomWow
Tastes Like 10th Grade
Country Cock
Porcelain Goddess
Master Baster
Lots of Virgins and Justs: Just Jessica, Dustin, Peter, Rob, Kara, Jenny, and Danielle
Hash Dog Zephyr

We arrived at the HHH near the south hill recway to find the Justs outnumbered the hashers! Lots of virgins and new hashers came out to replace many of the named hashers who were participating in a R*cist Event in Utica. All of the new hashers were better looking than the old hashers, so we allowed them to join us for the hash. We pre-lubed while waiting on the hares.

We began with Totally Unsupervised Chalk Talk. Donger told us how terrible trail was going to be. If it weren’t for the promise of a Margarita Check, I’m snot sure we would have left her house.

We sauntered totally unsupervised to the recway. We checked all over and discovered trail heading down the recway! On-on! We worked off our pre-lube beers in the first 5 minutes of Totally Unsupervised Running. I learned that a few Justs were slightly overhung from their Totally Unsupervised Night. Having gone to bed at 9pm the night before, I easily found trail heading down into the gorge after minimal Totally Unsupervised Searching. We slipped and slid and slided our way down the waterfall with totally no supervision. At the bottom of the gorge was a beautiful swimming area and a Beer Near! We swam with drinks in hand, but Donger was there so were sorta supervised. Baster led us in a boisterous round of Today is Saturday.

Reluctantly we pulled ourselves from the water and began the shiggy trek through the woods to 2nd Dam. All was well until we heard a blood curdling scream! I have never seen Tasty run so fast and so completely unsupervised, with all limbs flailing and a look of terror on her face. Bees! 3 stings and a little mud later, and we decided we wouldn’t leave Tasty behind to writhe in pain. (As an aside, bees are not the failing of the hares or the unsupervised nature of this shiggy trail. They are just an unfortunate little b*tch.) After stopping to watch semi-naked teenagers at the dam, we ran uphill (yeah, believe that) to find the second BN! Bee sting damage was assessed and we drank away our pain.

After BN2, we continued up the hill approximately 14 steps (d*mn, we were thirsty from all that walking) until we came upon Margaritas! We guzzled with supervision as Donger passed out the cups. I was disappointed to find no salt or little umbrellas, but that’s what you get with an unsupervised trail like this one.

Our woes forgotten, we continued through the woods completely unsupervised. Out of no where, a speeding tire barreled down the hill, barely missing a few hashers, and careened into a tree. (As an aside, runaway tires are not the failing of the hares or the unsupervised nature of this shiggy trail. They are what happens when you allow Baster to carry a tire through the woods.)

We reached the On-In a little dirtier than we began (well, SOME of us were pretty dirty to begin with). The hares drank for setting such an unsupervised trail. The virgins and visitors drank for not having hashed with us before. A few hashers drank for having to wear the FRB boobie shirt. Those who got a little too close to nature drank for being stung. Some other accusations were handed out but by then I had too many to remember. Donger supervised the end of her Totally Unsupervised Trail…and then we ate and swam and talked about totally inappropriate things because we were UNSUPERVISED!