IH3 Trail #404

Ithaca Hash #404 – Six Mile Creek – June 22, 2003

Dances with Head and I arrived at South Hill Recreation Way only to find Jar Jar exhausted and barely hanging on to dear life, more like her cheez-it crackers, and covered in mud. So, it was expected to be a muddy trail, but we were not even close to guessing all the sliding and climbing that was waiting for us.

Soon after, LOA showed dressed up in all slinky clothes, sporty sun glasses, and a pinkish bandana. Spike emerged from the woods, and was looking awefully clean, and Road Kill zoomed by in his shinny Corvette. Bitch Squealer who also helped set trail along with Jar-Jar and Spike, was pushing her bike out of the woods, and all the rain gear she had on was covered in mud.

We made our way slowly to the beginning of the trail only to find a whole crowd waiting for us. 1/2 Monty, which he may have mistaken the event of a "red-dress" run, made a virgin cum with him, "Just Chandor", Hot Lips made an appearance with a bowl full of yummy strawberries, Tequila Bell, Rowdy Bush, and Hungman where all there.

We made our way to the beginning of the trail, and found ourselves running through some tall weeds. flour was a bit difficult to see as the quantities of it at each mark were minuscule ( i swear i needed a magnifying glass to see the marks), and the locations of the marks variable (on tiny leaves and skinny stems -that we accidentally stepped over while walking, on the ground, and on trees). Before even setting foot into the deep forest, Rowdy Bush, Road Kill and Hungman found some sort of excuse and left trail. (I think it was all intended for lots of murkey threesome moments…)

Well, the rest of the faithful and devoted hashers, made our way to the woods. The virgin, and Dances were FRBs for a while. our three hares were patently walking behind us trying to see if we were on trail. By now the ground was too muddy and slippery, that it was impossible to run. so the hash proceeded as a walk through the woods. We got off trail a couple of times, jumped down into a creek, and then we saw our first challenge. A very steep hill was ahead of us. So, crawling on all fours, and trying to hold on to roots and branches to prevent turning into a bowling ball on the muddy and leaf covered hill and knocking down all the hashers below us, we made it slowly to the top. I’m sure LOA and myself gave all the male hounds a pretty good look of our rears…. Our hares made us walk over a very narrow ridge. not ideal for people that have fear of heights, but interesting and fun none-the-less for the others. We were hoping that beer was near by now, but before getting to it, we had to slide down some other steel hill this time around. We all got on our butts and started sliding making our way slowly to the beer stop.

After resting for way too long according to Hershey, Hot Lips took off and the rest of us continued on trail. Well ok, it took us quite a lot of time to figure out which way was the correct trail. We walked some more, stumped in puddles, went up some hills and down some hills (not as big as before) and the flour led us back into the actual city trail. Now it was time for some running that didn’t last very long. the hares had us walking in the creek going downstream. Dances had a hash crash in the process, that apparently besides scrapping his shean, brought his croch very close to a big sharp rock. at some point Monty crashed too, and the two men were comparing crashes at the beer stop. Bitch Squealer managed to through the bag with the beers in the creek, and it was heading downstream, but 1/2 Monty saved the day and jumped for the bag! well not quite, but he did make the rest of the hasher very happy…

We picked up our soaking wet shoes and kept on going, till we reached the reservoir. LOA and Tequilla Bell had just realized what a great day it had turned to be, and how much warmer it was. after refreshing our minds with the sight of all that water we followed arrows to the on-in. rowdy bush and road kill were waiting for us on one of the benches. they were looking quite clean and relaxed. We took Road Kill up on his invitation to have the circle at his patio, because there were way too many people and kids around.

We made ourselves comfy at Road Kill’s patio. it was a good thing we did, as he ended up showering, having the rest of us wait for him……..

So, with Dances leading the circle, we all did down-downs for something.
the hares drunk for a shitty trail.
Dances drunk for being an FRB.
Road Kill and Rowdy Bush drunk for skipping the trail.
Rowdy Bush drunk for wearing a t-shirt that was promoting the "r" word. (and this was after a democratic vote)
Road Kill and Rowdy Bush drunk once again for "several potential murkey moments".
Dances and Monty drunk for hash crashes.
Rowdy Bush and Jar Jar for whining.
Jar Jar drunk for the hash being her first lay. and of course when one hare drinks, all hares drink.
Just Chandor drunk for being a virgin, and Monty drunk for making him cum.
cann’t remember what LOA drunk for, but i’m sure she did.

(wow, Rowdy Bush did do a lot of down-downs this time.)

and we also had a couple of awards.
Dances awarded Monty for being the second person to crash with his yellow life preserver.
and Monty had a new award. it is the Big Balls award. it is quite spectacular. he had been working on it for quite a while now and did an awesome job on it. so the award went to LOA. she received the award for getting first place two weeks ago at the biathlon, in other words, for kicking ass, and above all, for being without her man for 4 days….. next time you see the Big Balls award you’ll understand why. And maybe ask LOA how it felt…..She is supposed to wear it to the next hash, so be sure not to miss it.

so, overall, a muddy, wet, slippery hash with lots of fun and horrible beer. but we all loved it that way.

On-Out to my virgin re-hash
Pussy Pong