A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
I’ll give it a go…
Hashers arrived in the afternoon on Friday from many and various
destinations. There was a prelube brewery/winery hop to a few sites
inthe area of the camp, which means that many campers arrived in fine
fettle.Tents were erected and chairs were unfolded.
The first order of business was the Friday night camp crawl with the
theme of Hell Week. Some interpreted this as a hell with demons and
fallen angels. Others as a military boot camp type hell week, complete
with mandatory physical fitness challenges. Push-ups and yoga moves
won us a varietyof drinks and shots. Following trail, pizza and wings
arrived and the masses rejoiced!
Saturday dawned to the signs of a Santeria sacrifice
(http://www.mojomoon.net/santeria.html),with feathers (from angel
wings) and (fake) blood scattered around camp. Afterbeing given
breakfast and a short time to refresh our BAC
(http://www.ou.edu/oupd/bac.htm) we began trail at 10:30 AM! Marks
were discussed (some people actually listened,some did not) and the
hares were off. Well, OK, they swept trail, as the trail was pre-laid.
Not deterred by this, Bushrat was off quickly in an attempt to catch
the hare anyway! We wound through the woods behind camp, taking time
to view the local gorge and waterfall, before coming to the first BN.
Here the Turkey-Eagle split found the turkeys winding right back down
the hill to camp with another BN to help them along. Eagles boarded a
bus and were driven to asite at the very upstream of a gorge with a
teeny-tiny stream. We raced intothe gorge and downstream along the
rocky cutout. The trail then took a turn into some serious shiggy,
where even the hares lost trail at one point. Thiswas sorted out and
trail led to a BN at a beautiful lookout over Taughannock Falls
(http://www.nyfalls.com/taughannock.html).From here trail led downhill
to the road where things became a bit confused.Marks seemed to
indicate different things to different groups of hashers. Those on the
correct trail found their way to a BN and the swimming portion of the
trail in Lake Cayuga
(http://www.ilec.or.jp/database/nam/nam-17.html).Trail then proceeded
up the sledding hill
(http://www.stayfingerlakes.com/attractions/parks/rice-hill/)for
another BN. Trail wound through meadows and forest, down hill and up
the road to link up with the turkey trail and into camp. Some
proceeded to lunch;others (who had missed the swimming portion of the
trail) went directly to swimat the camp pier.
Then came the Tour de Franzia. Numerous wankers and bimbos formed
teams and participated in a race of many parts, requiring
spinning,crawling, multiple bicycle circuits, clothes swapping, and
frozen T-shirts, all while attempting to consume an entire box of
wine. Falling, vomiting and bicycle crashes ensued (although not
enough for Tour de Puke, who enticed the crowd to throw trash at the
participants.)
Next was the beer mile (http://www.beermile.com/faq.beer). The winner
was Always a Bridesmaid, followed by WeekendAtWildCherrys Chardee
McDennis KittenMittons RedEyForTheQueerGuy Postmaster Genitaland Brown
Noser. First in the ladies category was Lumpneck Muncher, who had not
realized she had finished and was ready for another lap! A few people
tied for the walking category [Panic and Skidmarks –Ed.].
Circle was convened and many down-downs were consumed. As it turned
out, mirabile dictu, one particular kennel had more attendees than the
home kennel! (H5 ROCKS!)
A serious dinner was had (design your own pasta stir fry)and we began
to pre-lube for the midnight run. Many things happened during this
time that are not fit for public discussion. I had a conversation with
Lumpy and Bang about constellations while sipping Yucca, and then
watched an interesting interpretive dance, with a surprise ending for
the star gazers!
At midnight the witches came out and the coven was convened.Many
entranced hashers were hypnotized to follow in only that which
natureprovided and consumed shots of blood, gingerbread, jellybeans
and other goodies. We finished in the dining hall and danced until we
dropped.
Sunday dawned (I assume – I didn’t actually see it) and after
breakfast, the Fat Boy trail wound through camp and ended with a 45
minute circle of it’s own.
Then tents were packed away and goodbyes were said. So long to Camp
until next year!
Faithfully submitted,
Webelo Scout.