A different type of setting for this hash. No, not the location but the fact that we started this one at 10 AM. There was some kind of Olympic hockey game between two countries starting at noon and no one wanted to miss it. Stinky was the hare and that was sure to put some fear and hilarity into our quest. We arrived at the corner of the KVR and Naramata Road just in time to see the hare putting the finishing touches on some Olympic art. Observing that he’d used practically all his flour to accomplish this, we were a bit unsure on his marking technique. After a brief chalk talk, and instructions to face south and not turn around, the hare dashed off with Hugo in tow. Hugo lasted about 20 seconds and then thought better of it and came back.
The pack trundled off up the KVR and then turned up Riddle Road (one of the steepest roads in Penticton) which led to an even steeper trail. Upon reaching a trailhead the eagles and the turkeys dispersed. Goatbag knew something of these trails (having fallen on a few of them) and took H2S on a bit of a zen. The group regathered farther up (okay, Goatbag was still zenning) and finally someone mentioned that we hadn’t seen a mark for awhile. The logical thing would be to retrace our steps so of course we blundered further uphill. Just as it was seeming futile we blundered back onto Stinky’s trail, apparently avoiding several back checks and cutting off a large section of his beautifully laid course. Spotting the ‘NearBeerCheck’ Spermie immediately headed off the trail in search of the golden cache. We continued for about 30 meters and then wisely thought that near might be far-ther down the trail. Shunty, who for the most part had been the SlowRunningBastard up to this point, screamed “HARE” and dashed off down the trail. We were shocked, not sure if it was because of spotting the hare so soon, or of the Shunt’s speed.
The Hare wasn’t all too thrilled to have seen us, as he hadn’t created the Beer Check yet, as we’d zenned and missed the back-checks and blah blah blah. All was forgiven as we carefully opened the beer the hare had been jogging with. There was only one casualty amongst the six cold brews. After rejuvenation we continued on, mysteriously following marks ahead of the hare. There was no flour at this point, but instead twigs in the form of arrows and the ever-popular erectile pine cone. The path turned into a lovely downhill that followed a dry stream bed all the way back to the KVR. From there we saw the On-In so knew that it WAS ONLY a couple of gentle kilometers back to the vehicles.
Downdowns were issued to the following:
Stinky the Hare: For putting a backcheck virtually at our backs at the start and expecting us to fall for it. For making us climb straight up from the start. For putting deer poo in your nose, case closed.
HardToSwallow: For showing up in gleaming shoes (he claimed to have run once in them) on a Stinky run that was certain to involve muddy trails.
Shunty: For yet again… sigh…. calling hashers by their non-hasher names. We thought it was due to the four hours sleep the newborn baby had given him else there may have been a name change to JustRob if that behaviour kept up.
Spermie: For sort of knowing the course, but then not really, and kind of knowing where the beer check might be, but then not. For similar behaviour, see Stinky on Hash #77. Apparently they live together.
GoatBag: For managing to get most of the pack out to the hash start on time, but then spending the next 20 minutes going back and forth from his car for unknown reasons. Even after all that he was the last to leave on the run.
And oh yes, Canada beat the US.
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