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Wow, what a turn out! Great trail Jailbait, Woody, Spank & John Deere - y'all were awesome! Gee, I haven't ached & sweated that much since.... well, since.... ummmm, I can't remember. I even forgive y'all for not having any water on trail for the non-beer drinker. I think the first beer stop represented Mexico with Coronas.

I think I was the only person who kept going in the wrong direction at every check (except one, but it was short lived.) Which inevitably caused me to bring up the rear several times. (Finger Wave would have been proud of me.) At one point I lost sight of the pack completely & had to rely on my hash sense to find the second beer stop (featuring Holland's Heinies). I even tried leaving the beer stops early to stay in front, but that didn't work either. Oh well.. Hey, at least I wasn't the last one in back to the start.

Just when I thought I was going to die from thirst, the hares had a pitcher of diet soda waiting at the third beer stop! I almost didn't get to drink any because an ID was required to get a cup & I didn't have my ID on me. Never fear! Bunzz to the rescue with a cup. But alas, it was short lived - I lost my cup after setting it down somewhere. (I guess it just wasn't meant to be.)

When the pack left Patty's Pub, Bunzz & I stayed back -- we had to help VW & Spring Loaded scarf down an order of fried green beans to give us energy to continue. (Surprisingly they were good.) Once we finished off the little snack & were energized, we ventured out to find the next stop. Fortunately the 4th beer stop wasn't very far and we managed to get there before everyone left.

As it was getting dark, we finally found the last beer stop (featuring a German ale called Beck's) along a bike trail hidden between some trees & garages. Many of the hashers took advantage of the tree covers & darkness to relieve all that excess liquid from their system so they can consume more beer.

Since it was getting dark, the hares just told the pack to zen back to Point A. We gave the hares a few minutes head (who said 'head'?) start & then a few of us followed. By the time we got to the end, everyone was famished, sweaty, and tuckered out. Thank God the hares had the foresight to provide some grub for the pack. We feasted on Woody's Balls (oh, they were heavenly sweet & tender!), Jailbait's Sloppy Joe and No Blow's Taco Salad (I think that's what it was).

Okay, I know I didn't do the trail any justice with my hash trash version. So, those of you with better imaginations, add your version of the trail. I know we've got some very imaginative hashers out there. Remember, I was sober so I didn't see things through bleary, bottom-of-a-pint-glass eyesI had to leave before Circle because I promised to watch the little ones that night, so I don't know what happened after everyone arrived at Kelli's Pub. Does anyone have anything to add?

On-On!
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