Something was different this Sunday. It wasn’t that we met behind Peach City Runners at 1… we always do that. I think it might have been the fact that everyone were on bikes. It was the PH3’s Second Annual Bash! Still reliving the joy from last year’s bash (rumoured that there was still one hasher still out riding in town from it), everyone was pumped for fun and excitement. Hare-ette’s Mudhoney and MoanerLisa dispensed envelopes, chalk talk while Goatbag dispensed rum & cokes in Shunty’s stubby bottles. The hares dispersed and the drinking commenced as it was hot out and better to be prudent. Eventually the pack rode off, JustViki injuring herself within 100 metres on the first curb jump. The first check confused everyone, which was good as it gave JustLeslie a chance to get some air (in her tire). Finally, a mark of some kind was spotted in another postal code and the whistles rang out. Everyone had strict instructions this year to only blow when you saw something. Ha!
A false trail up the stairs killed some time and we ended up on Marina Way at the beach. Envelope #1 was opened and Philthy bravely volunteered to take on for the pack and went and did a headstand in the lake. More hydration occurred along with some cycling and we ventured down an alley only to be flummoxed again. After much blundering we ended up down on Power Street where yet another check was found, but then nothing…. Following normal pack procedures, we split up and began zenning.
Amazingly, another mark was found at the Rose Garden and some did reconnaisance while Long ‘N Hard was serviced by JustNick and friends. I think her tire was fixed or something. At the dam we were to open Envelope #3… 3? What about 2?? Uh oh. Anyways, we were instructed to do burpees and a myriad of calisthenics. Whatever happened is never to be revealed, a pact was made. Down past Coyote Cruises we sailed on our bikes and under the Hwy 97 bridge we found stop #4. Everyone piled into the water as we were to high-five as many floaters as possible. Not an easy task with the current. I think Long ‘N Hard won, not that we are competitive. From there we headed eastward, ending up at a playground where everyone displayed their strength and agility or lack thereof. We were getting very hot and tired and were so pleased to see a chalk Ice cream cone behind the Dairy Queen only to be taken past with no treats. Then we followed an arrow into the Copper Mug only to be denied again. The hare(ettes) were being especially cruel. Almost giving up in despair, Philthy mentioned that he might have knowledge of the location of the beer check. Quickly riding up the KVR we were almost at Philthy’s residence when mechanical breakdown #3 occurred, this being JustNick. Being loyal hashers with beer so near, we abandoned him to the tourists and sojourned to Philthy’s for beverages and to reenact stop #2 (which we missed), the cannonball competition off the raft.
Finally cooled off, we headed off to the Parrot for the official closing ceremonies of the Second Annual Bash. Downdowns were served up to:
Hares Mudhoney and MoanerLisa for confusing us all, teasing us with false signs and most heinously, causing our rum & cokes to get warm with the tricky course.
JustNick for becoming overexcited at the Parrot and getting some sort of cream all over his shorts.
JustLeslie for missing a vital check on Lakeshore Drive, delaying our cannonball competition and then doing an illegal cannonball.
Long ‘N Hard for abusing the RA and making foul hand signals while riding.
JustViki for wounding herself within the first two minutes of the hash (I believe a new record).
Goatbag received one for something minute and unmemorable (as I can’t remember it).
And they all lived happily ever after. (On-On!)
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