IH3 Trail #460: Hash Weekend!

Subject: Friday Pubcrawl Rehash

Hey folks,

Now that I’m done ‘swabbing the poop deck’ as it were and feeling much more coherent, I thought I would write an impromptu rehash of the Ithaca Pirate Hash Weekend…

Food grade buckets are a great way to transport food without the expense of a cooler. They are watertight, and made of thick, food-safe plastic. After filling 58 lbs of chicken into two of these, topping each with a zip-lock bag full of ice and sealing the lid, we set sail along with all our other sundries on a 300 mile trek to Ithaca (the island approximately 15 miles around, surrounded by reality!)

Upon arrival to the campsite we were greeted by Hound Whore, who had just finished tapping some awesome beers including Ithaca IPA and Saranac Pale Ale, and Spike who happily took note the time that we arrived and charged us our ships docking fee.

(NOTE: Thanks go to Hound Whore for his aquisition of Beer, a true treasure indeed! Thanks also go to Spike for his diligence in keeping the books, balancing the budget, and ensuring that we can enjoy a weekend again next year while still having enough cash to buy beer at the next couple of hashes!)

We then set up camp, admiring the large inflatable pool full of water and the well appointed facilities, ready for our plunder. We met several hashers from Albany’s Halve-mein hash and Eerie’s Hash and were soon joined by several Nittany Valley Hashers, Harrisburg-Hershey Hashers and Flour City folks.

Soon, Pussy Pong and Ballwrinkle arrived with 2 large vans to carry we plunderous pirates towards the gold awaiting us on the pub crawl. Several go-getters were quick to load into the first load, which was clearly a rookie mistake, for as you’ll recall we had good beer at camp.

(NOTE: Thanks to BW and PP for driving and staying sober so that we could all have fun! Also thanks go to 1/2 Monty and ET, for setting a great pub crawl!)

Noting that the 3rd and final transport was leaving, we seasoned (pickled actually!) veterans climbed aboard and were taken to the Palms Tavern, the start of the Pub Crawl. It was especially fun to see that several of the hashers had dressed the part and were wearing very colorful pirate outfits and the locals in college town were taking note.

After pillaging about 12-15 pitchers of ‘gold’ at the Palms, we then meandered down into Cascadilla creek gorge, admiring the GORGES of Ithaca, then continuing onto the commons, where we began a raucous round of song among the dining crowds at Simeons…I thought I heard some singing along to some of the more familiar hash tunes. When the songs were done, we decided to go find more ‘gold’.

We could not have found a more appropriate haunt for a crew of pirates than the Chanticleer (no, not the Haunt!), our second beer stop, where we startled the locals (believe it!) On-On through town again towards what was to be our third and final beer stop. Walking towards an eeirily quiet restaurant, we feared that it must be closed as the proprietors must have heard us coming, however, to their detriment, they had left moored a fine sailing vessel, one that nary a pirate among us would have denied taking aboard. So take her we did!

We loaded up and found her to be full of beer, liquor, and fine food and so we sailed into the night Yo-Ho_Hoing and drinking away. Hashers were amazed that we not only carried out a paid pub-crawl, but also a booze cruise on the money they paid for the weekend and felt that they had gotten their moneys worth out of the Friday Festivities alone! Alas, all sailing voyages must come to an end and we found ourselves with ferry back to the campsite to enjoy other fine adventures! People continued to party into the evening, though this hasher had learned not to overdo it on the first night…

More to follow!

On-On!

Calvin Klimax

Saturday Run