Wednesday 06/01/2011 #942
PMS & Hummers Para Libre @ Kirkwood
Hash Trash: The trail was "fantastic" except for (and because of) a few things. In
chronological order not in order of severity, stupidity or hash like
behavior, here is my top ten list:
1) We met at the same freaking hole parking lot in downtown Kirkwood
where we always meet. Sure, it's a great location that hasn't kicked us
out, but at least the holiday hash in Kirkwood was on the other side of
the street, Kirkwood Rd. Kirkwood Park is great too, but overused too.
However, the green patch is much bigger than the hole p-lot, and it
could be spread around to keep from making a sore.
2) It was a sight to behold, after nearly running out recently there was
an abundance of BM's stocking the coffers with many coolers with
selections of beer, water and ice.
3) After Rudy introduced two of our most experienced, short and lovely
harietts, PMS and Hummers, they began to attempt to explain the various
trail markings to the several virgins in attendance. TP was thrown,
flour was bounced w/balls, chalk was scribbled in lines, arrows and
letters; and this cool squirt bottle of chalk erupted all over the
circle's interior. At the end of it all the "blank" look on the virgin's
faces tells it all.
4) Trail started pavement pounding through downtown, but after several
blocks it diverged into subdivisions and adjoining forests of shiggy
trails. Kudos to the hares for a winding maze of trails that could
disorient an experienced lab rat. However; several checks, tit checks
and whichy ways were found, but not very many (if any) BJ's! were
enjoyed. The hares were a little "easy" by telling the pack that almost
"any" marks found are "On On."
5) The pack found ourselves in Kirkwood Park barking up yet another
wooded, rocky hill trail in the twilight when a BH was spotted near a
"pavillion in the woods." We remembered some chalk talk ramblings about a
"black bag" maybe about "40 feet" (or was that 40 yards?) back or
around or near or from the BH (or was that the pavillion?).
Nevertheless, after forming search parties, rescue squad teams and
combing over the shiggy like a swarm of fire ants trying to locate who
has been poking at their nest; "someone" said "on out" and we were on
the trails; degected and thirsty.
6) The BS was in Postage & PMS's backyard and was a fine gathering of the turkeys,
eagles, walkers and various autohashers that seemed to arrive in waves
of FRB's and DFL's. Cold libations were plentiful and a leathal salsa
with chips was served. The salsa was so fresh and tasty it did not
survive long. It was like a "Fresh Mex" -meets- the perfect combination
of texture, flavour and heat with some special ingredient that you could
just not figure out. The Salsa was Soooo good it almost saved them from
Hashit for a No Beer BH.
7) After the enjoyable extended BS, the eagle trail back was frought
with shiggy adventure as warned. This hasher was DFL leaving the BS
slurping up the salsa, so I had no benefit of light except for the late
twilight glow. This light was enough to navigate around a scary 70 yr
old man walking the streets, but the ultra shiggy would be different.
When the trail plunged into the woods, the flour markings on the dark
and winding (but well traveled) trail were like little glowing beacons
of light that were well visible. There is something fantastic about
running fast through the woods at night, barely staying on the trail to
avoid tree collisions and hearing the faint sounds of "On On," whistles,
yelling and laughing.
8) Then there was a tunnel that looked small, wet and dark. I'm sure the
pack paraded through the box with pleasure, but over the top of the
tracks about 100 feet and down the other side I went. More night trail
running nirvana was proceded by a dash through relatively level
subdivisions back to the hole.
8) Rudy ran circle like a well-oiled machine; several songs were sang
for the standard offenses and awards. It was nice to see the ancient
alum, Fee Fee with Iron Lung and without his cast boot. Unfortunately
MoAb still had her boot and was on crutches. A special significant run
and headband award blessed by TSA went to MONISTAT for 50 RUNS. Smell
and wear it proudly again and again!
9) Hashit of course went to the Hares for a NO BEER BH in the woods.
10) On after had many happenings that I will not describe.
Trail next week will be a TROLL BRIDGE HASH hared by Winey and 2:19
starting by the Hot Shots on Manchester in Manchester. Expect several
TROLL BRIDGE HALTS that will require only the FRB to sacrifice
themselves to the troll under the bridge by drinking one of his High
Quality Beers, Stouts or Ales.
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