Fighting the crowds, hopping barricades, fleeing from officials, we truly hadn’t realized what magnitude our hashes had grown to, but evidently this was a hash not be missed. Once we arrived behind our usual meetingplace (a back alley), things were a bit more calm. Evidently the cheering crowds had been misled by some sort of commotion along Main Street so we circled up in peace. There were some out-of-town hashers in the form of Poo’Tang and Lick’NLizard from Vancouver and WiseCracker and ButtFloss from Edmonton. Hares CumQuad and Philthy gave the pack some cursory hints as to what may or may not transpire over this hash. It was a dead hare so with nary a gunshot… we were off.

Off to the track where we had our first (of many) IronTrivia checks. We paired up according to who was standing nearby and still somewhat sober. From there it was almost a straight shot down Main Street lined with adoring fans who cheered us on. Most of them were facing the wrong way but they’d probably been drinking as well. A police officer tried to figure out what was going on, but he was as confused as the rest of us and settled for a photo shoot with the cuties. Once we’d run out of town to run the pub came into sight and we all piled in and upstairs. The hares kindly provided us with jugs of frothy brew and we could make catcalls at the spandex clad cyclists racing past.

From there it was over to South Main Street where we did a lovely hymn check in front of the PCR station, regaling the crowd on what we think of triathletes. Beating a quick retreat the trail soon lead upwards and onto the bench. We then headed north for many, many miles and ended up at a lovely beer check near the creek. Stinky and Goatbag were awarded the prize for having the most correct triva questions (rigged obviously). Then it was downhill (like most hashes) to circle up back at the start.

Downdowns were meted out to:
Hares CumQuad and Philthy for a godawful long, hilly hash filled with far too many tri-geeks. Special note made of Philthy for missing the last hold.
Spermie, Stinky, Long ‘N Hard and JustEd – wearing race apparel.
SnatchShot- Using non-hasher names.
Wisecracker – Complained about sore calves from run the day before and then was the FRB the entire hash.
LickNLizard – So excited about getting beer at a nearby pub he ran over the backcheck marks.
JustMyranda – Being far too matchy-matchy in her running garb.
DogSnatcher – More volume needed in her calls.
ButtFloss and Poo’Tang – Remarked how lovely it was here… here being up an awfully long hill after an awfully long run.
Goatbag – Some trumped up charge that was hastily forgotten.
[photos to come, website not quite operational at the moment]

Hash 102 saw the Shiggyduster’s return to Naramata after a yearlong absence. This time Snatchshot was helped in her virgin lay by Long N Hard and Lumpy (JustCole). After some confusion over what number hash we were on chalk talk began. Envelopes were handed out and the hares were on their way.

The pack soon set on in pursuit. Two back checks were quickly found, but it took some time to find the trail since Blowflex, in typical FRB fashion missed the mark. Philthy finally got the pack back on track. The trail began a steep climb on a hill face. Dogsnatcher, despite her acrophobia, managed to navigate the trail with some encouragement from Hard To Swallow.

The trail passed through an orchard and soon came to a bridge. There the pack had a moment of silence in honour of Lumpy getting his lumps.

The next stop on the trail was an idyllic, contemplative, Christian run campground. Children bucolically frolicked. The pack was instructed via envelope to sing a song of Rabelaisian wit. They tried to sing quietly; it was hard to do after CumQuad informed the pack of Blowflex’s preferred method of sexual congress. (on top).

The pack quickly vacated the premises, before they could be kicked out. After meandering through Naramata’s side streets, the trail vanished near the schoolyard. In true FRB fashion CumQuad had blown past the mark. Once again Philty got the pack back on trail. It was all for naught as CumQuad blew by yet another mark. This time Hard To Swallow found the flour placed conveniently at his eye level.

The trail soon led to the Naramata pub.For some inexplicable reason the Aussie of the group didn’t recognize it by smell alone. Indeed he was even heard to ask “Where’s the pub?” as he leaned against the structure. Inside the group had to say their names and sing a song for their beer, a nice jug of Naramata nut brown.

With belly’s full of beer the pack soon began to climb, and climb. They took some pictures, and continued climbing. After some more climbing they soon found themselves (and the hares) at a peaceful beer check.

The hares now joined the pack (after much picture taking) for the descent. After some twists and turns the pack came to a winery. Most of the pack stayed to taste and buy some wine (thanks to Dogsnatcher for extending credit). Meanwhile Goatbag and Hard To Swallow ventured on and climbed a hillock for the hell of it.

The trail now came to the home stretch. The FRBs zoomed their way home along the lake shore. Those who hung back were rewarded with the view of three eagles fighting over a fish. Finally everyone circled up.

Down downs were awarded to:

The hares for a multifaceted trail. Kudos for an excellent virgin lay.

JustNadine for her virgin hash.

Blowflex for missing marks.

CumQuad for missing the pub.

Philthy for missing a hasher’s name.

Hard To Swallow for giving the beer a miss.

Dongsnatcher for her missing “On Ons”

And Goatbag just because there was a beer left.

Next Hash is the Ironhash. CumQuad and Philthy will hare. Starting time is 12 Noon.

The title of the hash is a lyric. Bonus marks to anyone who can name the band, album and song. No google.