IH3 Trail #453

Beaster Egg Hash:

We who were there remember enough, for the rest of you here is the gist! North entrance to the park. Drinking while we wait, warm day (as Marches go in Ithaca), Frisbee, looking for trail, fisherman, up the hill, looking for plastic eggs, candied privates, and best of all small #33s. Still up the hill, shiggy, mud, getting colder. More plastic eggs, candied privates, and best of all small #33s. Then eventually back down the hill to a bunch of cabins littered with more plastic eggs, candied privates, and best of all small #33s. Sitting on bench eating, drinking, and talking about candied female privates and then Ted drinks a skanky old Canadian beer for five bucks. On the way down to the on-in ET drops his private over a wooden trellis and Pippy whacks his floppy guy with a snowball. At the on-in we are punished for stuff. Staffy Puller makes it, she gets the bobbit award. Ted becomes Skanky Reserection Eh, the in-law becomes Bunny Hairs. What else, a good group went out to the Pines for a burger. Yes it was fun and yes you should have come….like we did: Spike, just Matt, LOA, Floss Phil MaCrackín, Calvin Climax, FnC, their future in-law friend aka Bunny Hairs, Ball Wrinkle, Harry Condom Jr., ET, Ted, Pippy Long Stocking, Cock Smith, Skanky Reserection Eh, Toothy, and one other guy?