ReHash #379

Subject: Trepidation

It was a sunny afternoon in Ithaca, and we all convened by Chinese Buffet. In attendance were hares Dances and Scooby, Spike, Swing Low, CC, LOA, Skywacker, Rowdy Bush, and Half Monty. approximately. During ChalkTalk, several people dropped things, hoping that LOA would pick them up, but she asserted that she was not the hare’s assistant that day. Alas, it turned out that Scooby was the hare’s assistant and he graciously picked up dropped items from the ground. The trail was laid with several falses (hares can’t count) right at the beginning. Eventually it led us the back way (illegal I’m sure) into Buttermilk Falls State Park. This promised to be a wet one, or so I thought at the time. Actually, it was very steep, and there turned out to be no swimming spots on trail. On up we went. And eventually found a BN, where LOA and I found some very well hidden beer. Then, with beer in our bellies, we continued up even more. The trail came out onto a paved road, where someone mentioned that the trail looked like it could have been set with an automobile. Quite unexpectedly, the trail took a sudden turn down, and quite steeply into some very hazardous shiggy. With much Trepidation, hashers picked their way down. Except for Skywacker, no trepidation in the way he flew down the trail. And then we came to a screeching halt, as someone spotted a BN at the foot of a waterfall. This time, not only was the beer well hidden, it required some very advanced technical climbing to be retrieved. Cans of beer were showered down to Scooby, whose hands probably still hurt from catching them. To make matters worse, the cans were quite disturbed from their flight, and half the beer jettisoned out of each can when it was opened, a very sad loss. When everyone had rested and had their remaining half can of beer, the trail continued down the dry creekbed, and then through the woods. Finally we came to familiar territory in the parking lot of Buttermilk State Park, and found our way back to our cars. Downdowns were held in a grassy area in the woods. The hares drank for setting shitty trail, myself and Skywacker drank for a murky moment, Skywacker drank for extended hash crashes, swing low drank as the bleeb, I drank for being a blab. Other accusations were made, and punishments were doled out accordingly.

Thanks to Dances and Scooby for a shitty trail!

onon Rowdy

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Nice rehash Rowdy. I don’t recall seeing CC there though. Oh wait, maybe I wasn’t there…..

Floss

PS: nice job with the circle Dances