ReHash #325

Re-hash 7/22/00

It was a rather typical day for the Ithaca Hash………spots of rain and sun. That’s about where it ends.

The trail was set……twice it appears……by Calvin Klimax on the East shore of Cayuga Lake just beyond Myers point park. Upon arriving to the general area of the beginning of the trail, it was obvious that it wasn’t going to be an easy trail. Hell, half the hashers couldn’t find the flour marks that

led into the starting area. Only to be left wandering aimless like nomads…..

Ah, but everyone finally arrived…..around 4 PM …. for a 3 PM hash start time. The punctuality of Ithawanks surprises even the most sluggish hashes in the country. This was "good" for one set of late arrivals. As Bam Bam and Nape were pulling up to the group, one could clearly see Nape waving her

arms with joy and mouthing the words "Oh super, we didn’t miss the group!" …. Or, was that "Oh Sh-t!, we didn’t miss the group"

In any case, after some minimal chalk talk for the benefit of a virgin and first timer to our hash markings, and the mention of 3, count them 3 beer stops…we were off….in lots of directions. Apparently a good portion of the trail had already been washed out by the mornings spatterings of precipitation. Cued in to the right direction by a silent hare standing on the rail road tracks…we were off…again…hoping the train wasn’t off too.

Over the river, and through the woods, to grandmother’s house…. Oops, wrong trail.

Off the tracks and into Salmon Creek our tattered bunch of would be hashers scurried. Yelling out "ON-ON" at the sign of anything white on the ground. Being near the lake, there was lots of white stuff on the ground to yell about. Yet with the smell of beer in the air, we were successful in snooping out the trail to the first beer stop….

Eagerly quenching our thirsts under the Route 34 bridge, we were treated to a torrential down pour beyond our cover. (How did the hare time that so well?) While hanging around waiting for everyone else to drink their beer, Skull attempted to play "go fetch" with Jilly. Ah, but she was too smart and wouldn’t run down the hill after a measely stick. Berated for his actions, some one mentioned that Skull would only chase after a pair of cute

undies down a hill. Low and behold, a pair was tossed down the hill…and Skull joyfully bounded after them. (Butt Floss, we don’t want to know where

they came from, or what you were doing with them in your pocket!)

The rain stopped….ON-ON…to the next beer stop!! Back through the PI we traipsed and on to the Lansing school grounds. While playing on the swings,

we were all treated to a bit of over athletisism by Comatoes as she proceeded to do a full side ways split in front of us. Cheered on by Phantom Pooftah gleefully shouting out "I’m going to marry that!" We all stood in awe….wondering what poor Comatoes was getting out of the deal….an un-employed hash artist? Damn! No beer here though…just staggering youngsters….

On out and on the road again….to Ludlowville….where? Passing straight thru this well hidden metropolis we were led on to a roadway proclaimed to be hundreds of years old. (Looked just like many of the roads in the area to us.) On up we went…to a field…of BEER! OH JOY! Beer stop #2. No cover. No rain…yet…but lots of thundering clouds. At this point the hare was heard to say: "Oh yeah, I need a volunteer to go get beer for the ON-IN…I didn’t

get the keg I promised every one on the list serve." OOPS! Enthusiasm was waning. Ah, but there’s one more purported beer check!

ON-ON…..back down the hill and into Salmon Creek. We were certainly going

to be a clean group…if nothing else. Wading on through the stream….we came….to a waterfall. A high one at that. A peak over…and……..no flour….lucky us. The trail cleverly avoided this pitfall and led us over to yet another playground. Here we found Big Stonz and Phantom happily spinning on a merry-go-round….memories of the previous day when, at the On-on-dog-a hash, Phantom was witnessed spinning down a ski slope in a red Styrofoam tube. And….more BEER! Under cover in a gazebo we drank more fine brew left by the hare.

Beer rest #3 complete, we were instructed to dash ON-HOME. Why? There was no beer there. Oh well….ON-ON we did. Back to the lake and a brief dip before caravanning on down to the Fall Creek House for DOWN-DOWNS and pizza….from Pudgies of all places! (Skull, does Road Kill know about this?)

The drinking continued with ….. Calvin drinking for well timed beer stops and haring. Phantom Pooftah drank for something of other….yet…really didn’t drink for driving reasons…….and proceeded to pour his beer over his head….in true hash fashion…RIGHT in front of the bartender! Moments later a mop appeared…… Bad Girl drank for losing her virgin before the ON-IN……… Many co(u)m latelies drank for not being around much….must be Calvin’s reduced price philosophy really worked!    Butt Floss drank for something he still doesn’t remember…….. Nape and Bam Bam drank for being on time….yeah, right!!       More drinking…but who cares who or for what……

Then, we had a naming. It appears one of our visitors had recently visited Ghana for a period of time, hashed, and was sent home un-named….how rude! For ever more, this individual will be known as: Ghana Rhea.

Next hash….two weeks….unless some one sets one at the Grassroots Fest. Trail by Hot Lips? Only two more hashes before our weekend!!!

ON-ON Butt Floss