A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
I stumbled into the Fall Creek House around 3:05 for the hash, and knowing that I was early, I headed to the bar for a beer while I waited for fellow hashers. And then I had another. Then, after two pints of Blue, it was quarter-to-4 and I had given up on the hash – paying my tab, I checked the parking lot, and found Master Baster. “Finally, someone shows up,” MB says to me. 🙂
Luckily he has a couple cold beers in hand, so we went across the street to sit in the shade, drink, and chat – two hashers would’ve made for a lousy trail. After chatting for the length of another beer, who shows up but Mouthful Of Clam and Just Trevor (whom Mouthful had made cum). Well, four people was enough for trail, and luckily, Baster stashed the supplies for two BNs throughout town. So I grabbed two sticks of chalk from my backpack, handed them to Baster, and he was off!
Mouthful and I showed Just Trevor the Ithaca Falls for a couple minutes, to give Baster a headstart, but we were soon off on trail ourselves. We found the first mark on the bridge in front of the Ithaca Falls, and went down Lake St towards 13. After continuing on a couple hundred yards without another hash mark, we started to figure out that this would be a sparsely-marked trail. Eventually, we found a mark on one of the school buildings, and proceeded to run around a couple other buildings, until we were led back onto the footpath there along Fall Creek. We followed the footpath to the next road, and were lost again. After searching in vain for further hash marks, we just decided to go straight across the road, and under the bridge – and Yes!, we found hash marks on the RR tracks.
Next thing we knew, we were going through the wooded trails leading up to the Stewart Park suspension footbridges, and a check. One bridge led into Stewart Park itself, and actually had marks close enough to each other to be found easily – that should’ve been our first clue, as it turned into a BC7.
So we were on again, this time headed through the golf course. I had the distinct impression that the golfers didn’t like us being there all that much, running over greens and across fairways, and one surly ranger in a motorized cart gave Mouthful an ugly sneer. But we made it through, and found our way over to the TCAT parking lot – and we got a kick out of hashing straight through one of the buses.
And then past the Haunt; and then past the sewage treatment plant; and through the Farmer’s Market…
But then, there was Baster! Apparently we’d spent so much time sniffing out trail that he’d gotten bored and came looking for us. Well, he’d found us, but we didn’t give us any clues where to go for beer. That’s okay though, because it was close by anyway – by the IC Crew’s boathouse.
Drinks were had, and then it was my turn to hare a portion of trail – and off I went. I led them through Purity Ice Cream, through the Washington St park, the Dewitt Park, the Commons – oh, sure, they might tell you they’d been lost, but don’t believe them! They found the trail, leading up Buffalo and down the Original Lane, without all that much trouble.
The second BN was at the foot of the Cascadilla Gorge, which we turned into the Circle, as it was getting late. Pussy Pong joined us as a Bobbit, and drank. Baster and myself drank for haring. Everyone drank for both being FRB and DFL. The Virgin drank. Hats-in-Circle’s drank. And, um, we ran out of things to drink for.
For being lost so much though, we had fun, and the rest of you sure missed out!
On-on,
-Dances With Head